How the Garcia Girls Spent Their Summer Page #5

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Oh, so it's true, then?

You and Victor?

No, me and Victor, nothing!

It's not true. Why are you

gonna start saying things

like that?

I want a show of hands.

How many of you women have

been propositioned by Victor

Reyes against your wishes?

He patted me on the ass.

I had a bruise for a week.

Tiene una fuerza tremenda.

Yeah. And me, too.

All while I was still

in mourning.

You don't believe me, but

when he kissed me hello the

other morning, his lips stayed

on mine much longer than

they should have.

It seems to me you should be

worried about your husband with

all other women...

than harassing poor Lolita.

Lolita, don't even

worry about it. Let it go.

You know what? Um...

Yeah. Yeah.

The shop is closed for the day,

so, um...

but what about my chorizo?

Let it go, let it go.

You know, you can...

my chorizo!

You can get it across

the street.

No, I have to...

I'm sorry, ladies. Sorry.

Where's she off to?

Her parents are shipping her

off to Texas.

Why? Did they flip out when

she told 'em she wanted to be

a nun?

No, they flipped out when she

told 'em she was pregnant.

No!

Yup. Looks like

Miss High and Mighty wasn't so,

well, you know, high and mighty.

But by who?

Your guess is as good

as ours.

I didn't even know she

thought about those things.

Who doesn't?

Do you have something

to tell us?

No.

Never mind.

I gotta go.

I told my mom I'd look after

the brats today.

How was it?

It's like having trouble

breathing.

Like all of a sudden you can't

breathe, and you're so scared

something's wrong.

And then when you do breathe,

it's like you're so relieved

that you're not dead.

Doesn't sound very romantic.

It isn't, really.

It was weird, you know...

having somebody else

inside of me.

Can I tell you something?

Yeah. Anything.

I'm leaving.

What do you mean?

Just that, I'm taking off.

Where?

I don't know.

What about senior year?

Listen, Blanca, I don't think

you understand.

I'm sick of waiting on people,

smelling like food all day.

I'm sure after senior year my

parents are gonna have me

working here full-time, and I

don't want to stuck in this town

like my mother.

Is it really that bad?

Yeah. Ha ha!

It is.

Stop that.

It's gonna start.

Oh.

Hey, stranger.

Hey.

You want a ride?

I'm not really going

anywhere.

I've tried calling you.

I know.

What?

Don't you want to see me?

No.

Not for a little while.

You know...

It wasn't just about the sex.

You know that.

Yeah. Yeah, I know that.

Then what?

School's starting...

So?

So...

Come on.

Don't be such a kid.

I gotta go.

I'm gonna keep

calling you.

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