Cade knew if she started out with the words "don't be mad," there was reason for concern. She was impulsive, and he never knew what she was going to d... next. "Why would I be mad? What did you do?"She grinned, "I got a job!"Cade's brow furrowed, "You did what?" I got a job as a waitress at Beatrice's Diner." She beamed proudly.He was surprised that she had gone behind his back and gotten a job. He had specifically told her not to. "I thought we agreed you wouldn't work." Well it's only a. ”“Who cleaned my house?”“Sofia, Patrón.”“Who told her she could clean my house?”Maria turned bright red.“Guilty, guilty, guilty,” I said.“Who cooked my dinner?”“Bianca, Patrón.”She blushed.“Uh huh,” I have frowns ... and I have grins. I also have an evil grin. She got it. “Summon them.”“I’ll send a boy,” she said.“Where are they?”“At your house, Patrón.”“No. No boy. You go.”“I?” Oops ... overstepped. “Sí, Patrón.”She ran all the way. I know ... I watched.The three of them ran all the way. "That's 'cause the high school doesn't have a team so he can check out big girls in leotards," Tami added.I cocked my head and gave her my best 'et tu?' look as I closed my locker and the bell rang."So what do you think?"Tami and I were headed for journalism. Normally we had it second period, but with the short three-day week, the journalism staff needed to get a jump if we were going to have a paper on Friday.Tami stopped on the stairs, cocked her head, and looked at the ceiling for several. I sat on the pavement, looking at my left ankle. Great, twisted ankle. An angel-liked voice came above my head, ‘Are you alright?’ I looked up, there she was. ‘No, not really, I twisted my ankle. Can you help me up?’ She helped me up by putting my left arm around her shoulder. I felt a bit embarrassed that I needed her help. She smelled great though, she wasn’t really sweating much as far as I could tell. Anyway, once I got up, I tried to balance myself. I sort of got my balance and thanked.