Chapter 15I caught Carlos just as he was leaving. “‘Lo. Who’s this?”
“It’s William. My meeting’s over. You still want to go do something?”
“Yeah, sure. Jump in your car and meet me—”
“I don’t have a car.”
“No wheels? Man, how do you get around this place? I’d be lost without my buggy.”
“I take the bus where I can and hoof it everywhere else.”
“Okay, where are you?”
I told him, and he said he’d pick me up in thirty. I ran all the way home, checked to make sure the girls were all right. Dad had apparently recovered enough to get out of bed and take off somewhere, so I turned around and ran back to stand on the corner until Carlos’s vintage Camero came down the street. With a cherry red body and lime-green fenders, it was hard to miss. The dual pipes burbled as he braked.
“Yo, man.” C
