“Lupe! Lupe Lopez, dónde estás?” Mama’s voice rang out, and Lupe’s embarrassment turned her face red.
“Aqui, Mama.” She left the booth and tried to meet her mother someplace out of view of the others. “What’s the matter? You know I’m busy.”
“It’s your brother,” Mama blurted out and Lupe held her breath. “He’s been in an accident.” Mama grabbed Lupe’s arm and pulled her toward the street. “We’re going to the hospital now.”
Lupe’s face changed from hot red to cold white in an instant. There was no time to get more details or say goodbye to Penny. She followed Mama toward the Chevy parked nearby. At least it wasn’t a car crash, she thought. But what?
“What happened to him?” Lupe stood back from David’s hospital bed while Mama smoothed his hair and straightened his sheets. He slept, his face bruised and swollen. His right arm, his pitching arm, was in a cast that went all the way down to his hand. “Did he fall?”
“Hush, mija. The doctor said they could operate, but we don’t have the money. He said the bones may mend in this cast so he can use his arm again.” Mama avoided answering Lupe’s question.
Lupe was not sure she really wanted to know what had happened. What she did know was that the problem was about money again. Everything comes down to money, she thought.
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