Carlos said, as soon as he saw Stacy. “I know, Mama Carlos,” Stacy said. “And the muscles in my shoulders and back are killing me.” “I have a great massage oil for that,” Carlos said, and Stacy looked over at Eli and smiled. “What’s for lunch?” she asked. “I was just getting ready to look,” Carlos said. “Do you want a beer?” “I’d love one,” Stacy said. Carlos opened one and handed it to her. She turned the bottle upside down and gulped half of it while Carlos and Eli watched in amazement. “I’m so thirsty,” she said, unaware of her performance. “So we see,” Eli said sarcastically. “What?” Stacy said defensively. “I don’t know,” Eli said. “Girls don’t usually chug beer.” “Oh brother,” Stacy said. She set the beer down on the counter and went to the refrigerator. “Leftover enchiladas?” she suggested, taking the dish out. “Here,” said Carlos, taking the dish. “I’ll do it. You made breakfast.” She sat down at the table with her beer while Carlos and Eli served the plates and heated them in the microwave, then Eli brought Stacy’s plate to the table. They finished lunch and Stacy was lying on the floor in the living room waiting for her massage. Carlos had gone to get his massage oil and Eli was on the couch channel surfing. He would flip to one channel, and just when Stacy would get interested in the program, he would change it. “Will you stop doing that!”
