“How did you get home, Joaquin? Did you walk?” She couldn’t hold back a snicker. “No, I got a ride,” he responded, looking around for his parents. “Are Mom and Dad here?” “Sure, they’re out in the kitchen,” Maria said. “Why? Do you want to tell them who gave you a ride home?” She cut in front of her brother and raced toward the kitchen. “Mom, Joaquin’s got a girlfriend. I saw them smooching in her car.” “Shut up, you little pest. I wasn’t smooching anybody. Besides, go mind your own business. I have to talk to Mom and Dad.” He sounded stern and angry. He set his books and sweat clothes on the couch and walked toward the kitchen. “What are you two fighting about?” His father’s voice came from the kitchen. “You’re sort of late coming home, Joaquin, did your game go into overtime?” “No,” Joaquin answered as he entered the kitchen and saw his parents at the table drinking coffee.
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