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“Hey,” he said. “It’s James Dean.” He held out his arms,friendly.
That earned him a chin lift. “Hey Tavo. Where are yougoing?”
“Meeting Sergio fordesayuno. Do you want tocome?”
“No. I need to go getchanged.”
His eyes lingered on my unshaved face. “The profesora lives here,no?”
I didn’t answer. But that was all the answer he needed. Goddamn it, I thought he was cool. Was he the kind to rat usout?
A wide smile spread across his face. “You are the teacher’spet.”
Shaking my head, and narrowing my eyebrows, I pressed my lips together. “How do you know what thatmeans?”
“I watch the movies,” he replied. “I learn the idiomatic phrases. I see you in class. Adios,amigo.”
“Adios,” I said, my stomach dropping to mytoes.
Shit.
