Wait for It

Chapter Thirteen

“ I don’t think you bought enough beer,” my dad commented in Spanish.

I shot him a look over my shoulder as I poured another two bags of ice over the bottles. “ Pa , it’s Josh’s birthday. Nobody needs to be getting drunk. Come on. I bought like half the sodas, waters, and juice boxes that the grocery store carried. Everyone can get Capri Sun wasted if they want.”

He shot me back an expression that I had no doubt resembled mine all too well. “ Uy . You could have bought some more, or told me and I would have.”