cups of coffee.
He handed me one.
It was terrible.
I drank it anyway.
“She didn’t tell me she was speaking,” he said.
“I guessed.”
He laughed.
Then he looked toward his mother, who was scolding Renato about the fan.
“She’s stronger than I thought.”
“No,” I said. “You’re just seeing it differently.”
He nodded.
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