Honestly, I just want Antonio to tell us already. He's been here for three months and still won't tell us sh.it. We don't even know his last name to try to dig into him. Uncle Mal has been too patient with him.
"Oh Antonio," Uncle Mal said. "There are other ways to torture you, ya know. More fun ways."
And that's my que to leave.
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~ About six weeks later ~
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"Hiding from my uncle?" I asked, making Antonio jump a foot in the air.
"Jesús, niño, me asustaste de verdad," he replied with his hand over his chest.
(Jesus kid, you scared the life out of me.)
I chuckled as I plopped down on the grass beside him. I had been looking for Antonio for the last hour. When I got here today
