■ On a Thursday after class, I headed to work at Pete’s Belly Bustazs, my father’s lunch shop. When I got there, my dad asked me, “Like go fish the bay tomorrow night? One overnighter. Try catch some moi?”
I answered, “Shoots. Sounds good.”
The next day came. After I finished class, I headed to work. Because it was Friday, we made some Pete’s Fresh Island Salsa, my dad’s salsa. As we were making salsa, my dad told me, “I don’t think we’re gonna go fish tonight. I’m exhausted. Maybe tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” I said.
The next morning, my dad and I were both busy working: my dad at his lunch shop, prepping food, and me detailing my Uncle Jeff’s and Aunty Lorna’s 4Runner. After completing my work,…
