“How did Juan get that big bruise on his face?” Mario asked me. “He won’t tell me but I know you were with him yesterday.”
I told Mario how it happened.
When my phone rang yesterday it was Juan asking, “Hey, you gonna come over and watch the football match with me?”
“I’m not sure,” I told him. “I have some things I should be doing.”
“Oh, come on over. I got the air conditioner on with the big screen TV. We’ll drink some beers and my old lady will fix us a nice dinner.”
When I got to Juan’s house his wife didn’t seem too happy.
“You promised me you were going to chop the yard today,” she said to him.
“Cruz Azul is playing Guadalajara. I can’t cut the grass during that game.”
“Well, I’ll just cut it myself,” she said, while angrily slamming the door on her way out.
About an hour later Juan called, “Hey! Lupe!”
She came in covered with grass clippings and with sweat pouring off of her.
“What you want?” she asked.
“I promised Mr. Dennis you would cook us a nice dinner. What are we having?”
After she called him a few choice names Lupe said, “I come in hot and sweaty from working while you been sitting in the air conditioning watching football. I’m going back out there to finish. You just pretend I’ve gone to visit my sister and make dinner yourself.”
When she went back outside Juan cooked us two big ribs each with a baked potato. Just as we finished eating Lupe came in.
“All right,” she said. “I’m ready to eat. Where’s my dinner?”
“What dinner?” Juan asked. “I thought you were over at your sisters’ house.”
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