"Buenosdías,mamá," Junior kissed his mother on the cheek and sat
down at the table for breakfast. "Morning, baby," Nikki said and sat a
plate before him, piled high with sausage, eggs, and pancakes. "Sleep
good?" Junior nodded, shoveling food in his mouth, choking when a
heavy hand slapped him on the back. "Slow down," his dad, the
youngest Fuentes brother greeted him and then kissed his wife on the
cheek. "Where are your brothers?" he asked Luis Jr., commonly known
as Junior. "They're still getting ready." Luis shook his head. "They take
more time than your mother. Have you seen the moving truck outside?"
he directed his question at Nikki.
She shook her head. "No, new family?" "Apparently," Luis leaned
against the counter. "I think they're African. They're speaking in some
kind of language that sounds like it." Nikki raised an eyebrow. "Really
now? This should be interesting," she checked the clock and yelled
upstairs for her sons to hurry up. They had school in twenty minutes
and she wanted to at least feed them a piece of sausage before they
ran out to run to school. Ten minutes later the rest of the set of
triplets came downstairs, each greeting their parents and taking a few
pieces of sausage to take with them on the road. "See you, boys. Have
a good day," their mom called to them as they left the house
one-by-one.
"Hey, look," Enrique nodded to a girl next door standing on the porch
looking lost, biting her lip. She had ebony skin and long, curly black
hair wrapped in a silk orange bandanna. Her skinny jeans led into
orange pumps, making her even taller. Paired with a yellow off-the-
shoulder top she was the epitome of beautiful perfection.
"Adetokunbo," a voice called from inside the house. "Adebowale," the
girl stormed into the house. "I told you not to call me that!" Juan
smirked. "She's cute." He looked at his watch. "Maybe we'll see her
later, but we gotta go," he pulled on his youngest brother's elbow.
"Come on, Enrique. Stop staring after the chica and let's go!"
