At old Fort Craft Park Delores links hands with the flush faced men in floral shirts who are too polite to decline, and the women in broad straw hats whose thin lips fix in frightened smiles. Before the tourists pass Delores’s stall, she listens to the prices the other higglers quote them—prices that make the tourists politely decline and walk away.  So by the time they get to Delores—the last stall in the market—she’s ready. She pounces.