"and this lemonade thingy is super tasty-” “That’d be the tequila.”
LOL
“Where are you off to, gorgeous girl?” he asked in rapid Spanish, outstretched arm blocking her path of escape. “Um, Al?” Alberto pushed back his chair and stood, flicking up the brim of his baseball hat. “She’s a friend,” he replied. “Just a friend. And she was leaving.” “Ah, but she can’t leave just yet-Señor Navarro would very much like to speak with you both. He would like to offer you dessert in his garden. Right now, if you please.”
greeeeeeeat
But then, Annie thought, if her career plans went smoothly, she’d have to meet people like this El Pastor regularly. She’d have to learn how to face down cruelty and privileged criminality if she was ever going to challenge it. In life, there would always be monsters and intimidating figures; she couldn’t just pretend they didn’t exist and keep her eyes closed.
attagirl
"I even flew to the States and spoke with your adoptive parents. But they were very firm about keeping you.” He picked up the peeling knife and deftly skewered a slice of orange. “It rather impressed me,” he added nonchalantly. “Their determination. It was perhaps one of the only times I have ever capitulated on a point of interest. I could have easily ignored their wishes, but it was clear that they loved you dearly. And your Aunt Estela was expecting Jorge at the time, so I decided our hands would be full enough as it was.”
CUZ THAT'S NOT TERRIFYING
The man’s face darkened immediately, as if a shade had been pulled down. “Those sons of bitches? Labeled me unclean-Touched, they called it-and tried to beat the blessing out of me. Took my eye, my fingernails,” he said, lifting his hands as proof. “Navarro pulled me out of there before they could finish the job.”
what the fuuuuuuuuuuck
“You followed all of that?” Alberto said, turning to face her squarely. “Pretty much. Six years of Spanish, I better be able to understand it.” “You never mentioned to me-” “Well, I can follow it a lot better than I can speak it. I stumble over my tongue and- I just, I dunno, never wanted to embarrass myself with you.” “And that time you drunkenly sang “I’ll Make a Man Out of You” to me during a game of truth or dare wasn’t embarrassing?” “Peach schnapps was involved. That automatically negates embarrassment.”
MAKE OUT ALREADY
He managed a smile that was more a grimace and stood with a pointed look at Annie; but before he could turn his back on El Pastor she opened her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she said in Spanish. “But how can you sit there so calmly talking of murder and smuggling? How can you say all of that without feeling like a monster? How can that mean nothing to you?”
“That’d be the tequila.”
LOL
“Where are you off to, gorgeous girl?” he asked in rapid Spanish, outstretched arm blocking her path of escape.
“Um, Al?”
Alberto pushed back his chair and stood, flicking up the brim of his baseball hat. “She’s a friend,” he replied. “Just a friend. And she was leaving.”
“Ah, but she can’t leave just yet-Señor Navarro would very much like to speak with you both. He would like to offer you dessert in his garden. Right now, if you please.”
greeeeeeeat
But then, Annie thought, if her career plans went smoothly, she’d have to meet people like this El Pastor regularly. She’d have to learn how to face down cruelty and privileged criminality if she was ever going to challenge it. In life, there would always be monsters and intimidating figures; she couldn’t just pretend they didn’t exist and keep her eyes closed.
attagirl
"I even flew to the States and spoke with your adoptive parents. But they were very firm about keeping you.” He picked up the peeling knife and deftly skewered a slice of orange. “It rather impressed me,” he added nonchalantly. “Their determination. It was perhaps one of the only times I have ever capitulated on a point of interest. I could have easily ignored their wishes, but it was clear that they loved you dearly. And your Aunt Estela was expecting Jorge at the time, so I decided our hands would be full enough as it was.”
CUZ THAT'S NOT TERRIFYING
The man’s face darkened immediately, as if a shade had been pulled down. “Those sons of bitches? Labeled me unclean-Touched, they called it-and tried to beat the blessing out of me. Took my eye, my fingernails,” he said, lifting his hands as proof. “Navarro pulled me out of there before they could finish the job.”
what the fuuuuuuuuuuck
“You followed all of that?” Alberto said, turning to face her squarely.
“Pretty much. Six years of Spanish, I better be able to understand it.”
“You never mentioned to me-”
“Well, I can follow it a lot better than I can speak it. I stumble over my tongue and- I just, I dunno, never wanted to embarrass myself with you.”
“And that time you drunkenly sang “I’ll Make a Man Out of You” to me during a game of truth or dare wasn’t embarrassing?”
“Peach schnapps was involved. That automatically negates embarrassment.”
MAKE OUT ALREADY
He managed a smile that was more a grimace and stood with a pointed look at Annie; but before he could turn his back on El Pastor she opened her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she said in Spanish. “But how can you sit there so calmly talking of murder and smuggling? How can you say all of that without feeling like a monster? How can that mean nothing to you?”
bABY NO
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