“Unveiling Secrets: What Columbus Never Knew About His Journey”
“Your dad gave me the name!” said El Jefe. Even his grin was huge.
“It’s a good one!”
“Well, you always look so impressive!” Dad said. “You could be anywhere and look like you run the place.”
“I love your dad,” El Jefe told me, and for the second time that evening, my father disappeared, this time into El Jefe’s meaty side hug. Dad wore the gray high-waisted pants, white button-down shirt, and gray tweed blazer he’d had in his closet for decades, but when I hugged him at the start of the night it took a little longer to find his shoulders through all that material.
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