Kapitel 17: Chapter 17

“I’m sorry, but I think you need both of our permission to do that. And you won’t have mine,” Carlos declared. Menchaca and the other men looked at each other, obviously trying to plot what to say.

“Please excuse my brother. He hasn’t been at this very long. He doesn’t know how to act in these meetings.”

“I most certainly do know what meetings like this are like. I have worked before. And I’m pretty sure that without a will, both of us can claim ownership.”

“Yes and no,” one of the men said. Carlos wasn’t sure which one, since he’d forgotten their names already.

“Now, Carlitos, I know this is just your grief talking. Maybe you and your brother should talk first before you say something you regret. Don’t you think?”

Carlos rose from his chair. “I’m perfectly fine. I don’t need to talk with anyone. I don’t want to sell. And don’t call me Carlitos. Only my mom could call me that—and Virginia.”