back home weâd be going to Disneyland.â
âThatâs right,â Gus added immediately, âbut we havenât heard a word since.â
Their father pretended to search for the culprit. âWho told you that?â
âWhoever he was, he wasnât being straight.â
âDonât look at me, Gustavo. I never promised you anything but honest work and whatever money you made. Besides, Iâll bet youâve had some good times here.â
Perhaps his father was right, thought Gabriel. Once he got past the third-world housing and hard work, meeting new people and seeing new places somehow made the experience worthwhile. If anyone had a right to complain it was his father, whose hopes for setting up a mobile auto shop were withering on the vine. He was thinking precisely that when his father glanced his way. Worried that he might intuit his sympathy and exploit it, Gabriel quickly protested, âBut you said youâd take us toââ
âTo California,â his father finished the phrase. âYou said thatâs where Disneyland was, and I agreed. And thatâs all I said. You guys got carried away after that. With such amazing imaginations, who needs Disneyland?â
He turned to Paula and asked whether she had also misunderstood. She offered the reply he was counting on. âI really donât remember, and I really donât care.â
âIâll remind you when we get there,â Gus told her. âThen you can wait out in the parking lot.â
â
If
you get there,â she corrected him. âNow let
me
remind
you
what Dad always says. âMake sure you get it in writing.ââ
Their father nodded and smiled, proud of having taught her well, and they finished the phrase together: âAnd before you sign, read the fine print!â
Aware that he was rubbing salt in their wounds, he assumed a more paternal tack. âThatâs the most valuable lesson youâll ever learn.â
Gabriel felt like saying, What? donât trust your own father? Instead he lowered his eyes in resignation.
Gus, however, matched their fatherâs gaze with a cold, steely resolve, as if throwing daggers in his direction. The outrage momentarily left him at a loss for words, until suddenly he exploded, âSo youâre saying you tricked us! You kidnapped us, for slave labor!â
âKidnapped?â their father smiled nervously. âHow in the world can a parent kidnap his own kids?â
âYou tricked us into crossing state lines! Thatâs a federal offense! You could go to prison for that.â
Their fatherâs smile froze, and he touched his sonâs arm to suggest that the banter had gone too far. âYouâre no kid, Gustavo. Youâre a strong, young man. I couldnât kidnap you even if I tried. You know youâre free to leave anytime.â The argument was having the desired effect and might havedone the job had he left it at that. Yet he could not resist one last stab of sarcasm. âWhy, youâd be home in three days. Unless, of course, you stopped to say hi to Goofy.â
He knew immediately that instead of bringing Gus to his corner, the remark had pushed him farther into the adversarial position. Then, trying to sidestep the minefield he himself had set, he added, âJust imagine us going to that place looking like this.â He purposely put on a hoboâs pose.
âWeâd look like hillbillies,â said Paula, then guffawed like one. âHispanic hillbillies at that.â
Their dad nodded gravely, the way one faced up to a sad fact of life. âTheyâd lead us out of the parking lot with flashing lights and sirens. Weâd end up being nothing but laughingstocks.â
âUnless,â Paula added, âthe customers thought we were part of the entertainment. The same way the locals here see us.â
Her last barb stung her brothers the most since they
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