Before I left Florida last month, my mother gave me a pair of shoes. I took one look at them and knew without a doubt that Diego would have something to say when I got back to New York. Sure enough, he did.
Hey, sis. Why does mom think you’re joining a convent?
Har, har, very funny, Diego.
No, really, sis. ‘Cause I mean… those shoes….
I brought the shoes with me to Latina. I wore them to the beach yesterday.
Somehow, they seem to fit in just fine over here.
And Diego doesn’t know everything.