As soon as Miguel stepped into the apartment, his Ya-Ya was on him. "So about that fight today," she said in Spanish.

Miguel froze. She'd answered the phone when the school called about the cafeteria brawl. Oh shit. "Yeah…?" He expected the hammer to come down on him. Hard.

But Rosa just grinned at her grandson. "I heard you whooped all of them singled-handedly. Looks like those karate lessons are paying off, eh?" She sounded so proud. Tapping the end of her nose playfully, she added, "I told them I'd handle it. Don't worry, your mom doesn't need to know."