“What took you so long? I been here ten minutes already,” Ramon said in Spanish.
“You’ve been here five. Mom stopped me at the door. Am I gonna walk out and not talk to my mother?”
Ramon laughed, smacking him upside the head. “Not if you’re smart. We got a lot to do today.”
“You feeling okay?” Rico asked. “You look bad.”
“Thanks, pipsqueak. Do I insult you this early in the morning?” Rico was fourteen and small for his age.
“Just asking. You look sick.”
© 2017 Dellani Oakes