Gryph sat in his favorite chair in the corner and thumbed 
through the mail.
        "Bill... bill... may have already won... preapproved credit card
for Fury... have you considered a home equity loan.  Hmm!"  He flipped a
narrow envelope with distinctive red and blue airmail edging out of the
stack and considered it.  "This looks interesting.  Who do we know in
Mexico City?"
        "Nobody that I can think of," I said.
        "Here you go, Sakura," he said, tossing the envelope across to
his slightly surprised student at the end of the couch.  "You're taking
Spanish this year - see what you make of that."
        "Oh, sure, give it to third-language girl," she muttered,
slitting the envelope open with a thumbnail and removing a neatly folded
piece of paper from inside.  "A-h'-hm.  'Dear Gryphon.'  - El Grifo, if
you please!  'If we may introduce ourselves, we are... free wrestlers?
In the city of Mexico.  Your kind hospitality to those who visit your
home is,' um... "  She peered more closely.  "... Ah, OK.  'Legendary
among the... warriors of the street.'  Aw, that's nice.  'We would like 
to... know you that... '  No.  'We would like you to know that, if you 
and your famous student - '  I'm famous?  ' - come to our restaurant 
in... Milmáscaras?  We will show you the same warm... ghost?  Spirit.  
Spirit of welcome.  We would consider it a great honor to show you our 
home and... test our might against yours.  Yours very truly, El Fuerte 
y El Fuego.'  And then there's a phone number."
        "Hm!" Gryph said.  "Luchadores, eh?  I've never fought a
luchador before.  What do you guys think?  Who's up for a trip to Mexico
City?"

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