“I got you,” he said above my head, actually supporting me. The warmth of his body pierced through my shirt.
“I miss you too, you heifer. Can you get off now though?” I groaned, hugging her back just as tightly and feeling my back protesting her weight. She was a small person, but my God she was heavy.
Well, that and the most weight I lifted was a cast iron Dutch oven.
“Hi, Aunt Bianca,” a familiar voice said from somewhere behind my sister.
I instantly pushed her away and turned toward my nephew, pulling him in close as he hugged me back. He’d grown a couple inches since the last time we’d seen each other.
“Hi, Tía B,” another voice said.
I hugged my niece too, oohing and aahing over how cute her clothes were and hugged them both all over again. Connie had hugged Zac while I’d greeted my niece and nephew, and I found them watching us. They were both smiling.
While Zac hadn’t been as close to Connie even though they were only five years apart in age, she had still been around long enough, rolling her eyes and talking shit to him and Boogie in the periphery. Basically, he’d witnessed or overheard all kinds of stuff. And I knew he’d seen her at least a couple times over the years.
“Are you getting hungry? Want to drop off our stuff and then go to Tía Meche’s for food since it’s the least they can do for being rude?”
“Did they buy food, or did someone make it?” I asked, wanting to make sure I wasn’t going to put myself into a situation that going to a restaurant would save me from. I loved this side of my family, but sometimes they brought up stuff that I really didn’t want to hear. It was why I had warned Zac that I would more than likely not stay at the party for longer than a couple of hours.
“Everybody was bringing something,” Connie explained. “Except us.”
It took me a moment to process what she was hinting at. “No,” I gasped when I did.
My sister nodded. “She’s bringing tres leches.”
Well, shit. That settled it. I could listen to anything for a little while if it meant tres leches cake. “Okay, let’s do it.”
“Who made tres leches?” even Zac asked suspiciously, hung up on it.
I’d forgotten he loved it as much as I did, or at least he used to. “Rico’s wife.”
“Rico with the neck tat?”
The neck tat that was a set of lips that made me laugh every time I saw them? “Yup.”
He blinked. “Let’s go.”
We piled into his BMW… after I ran for the front seat before Connie tried to steal it. Since she didn’t know what he even drove in the first place, it wasn’t a competition.
“Fucking cheater,” she gasped for breath as she slid into the back seat.
“I wondered if you two were the same… and it’s nice to see y’all haven’t changed a bit,” Zac said in a cheery voice as he turned on the car at the same time the kids slammed the doors shut.
I peeked at my sister in the back seat, and we both shrugged.
We hadn’t changed much. Her husband, Richard, had sighed over us nonstop during the time I’d lived with them. Connie might be hitting forty, and I might be close to thirty, but when we were together, it was like we made up for the fact we hadn’t been little kids together so we were going to do it from here on out.
“Uncle Boogie says they’re stuck at twelve,” my nephew piped in. “Then Mom says he’s eleven, and he laughs.”
“What have I told you about Uncle Boogie?” Connie asked.
“I’m not saying it!” Guillermo claimed.
I turned to Zac and could see him staring ahead, pressing his lips together.
“Tell me,” I whispered to my nephew, who shook his head. “Will you tell Zac?”
He shook his head again. “It has a bad word,” he tried to explain.
“Please. Tell me. I won’t tell Boogie you said it.”
The ten-year-old seemed to think about it.
“I’ll give you five dollars.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my eight-year-old niece shift forward and blurt out, “Mom says Uncle Boogie is a punk-ass. Can I have the five dollars?”
Zac choked, I started cracking up, and Connie laughed even after she said, “That’s the only time you can say that word, Luisa.” Then she glanced at me and said, “Tell me I’m wrong.”
“Yeah, you can have the five. You are wrong,” I laughed. “And he’s