Before the spirited assembly of insanity starts, I see Hungry Like the Wolf steal Nayely's backpack--slow, like a ninja. I so don't want to deal with her--she'll throw a fit louder than the drum line.
I smack him on the shoulder and scowl at him.
He toes the backpack back in place, gives me a sheepish, yet proud grin. Everyone around him laughs.
"Damn, Miss J," he says, tilting his baseball cap sideways, "you can't hit a child."
"Duran-Duran, you're bigger than me."
"Still. I'm gonna sue you."
"Yeah? Go ahead. What'll happen if we go to court?"
"....I'll get deported."
"So, if I hit you again....you'll get deported. And I get...freedom from you? Tough choice."
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