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"do you want some clothes? i have some more spare, don't worry."
"no, mari don't worry, i'm okay. i'll see you later at mikey's gig." she smiles, closing the door the record store, making the little bells on the doorframe ring.
nirvana lightly plays in the background and i light a cigarette. there wasn't much activity right now, it was pretty early on a saturday morning, so everyone was still waking up with their hangovers, including me. anya and i ended up drinking with my brother's bandmates in his apartment above the store last night, and we slept over.
the phone rings and i know it's estee.
"aló? estee?"
"no hija, es tu tita. que hay? dormiste donde mikey?" [it's your tita, how are you? did you sleep at mikey's?]
"si tita, aqui estoy. yo llamé a mi mamá para que le diga que no iba a llegar anoche." [yes tita, here i am. i called my mom last night to tell her i wasn't coming home]
"si, aqui ya llegó. va a venir a almorzar?" [yeah, she just came back. are you coming home for lunch?]
"si tita, la veo mas tarde. igual tengo que ir a buscar mi patineta que la tengo que llevar a arreglar." [yes tita, i'll see you later. i have to go get my skateboard anyways because i have to go get it fixed]
"listo hija. que le vaya bien, bendición." [perfect. have a nice time, blessings]
"bendición tita, la quiero."
mikey walks in, holding his head most likely from a hangover as well. "was that tita? you should have said hi to her for me"
"well te jodiste [you're screwed], call her yourself" i say, taking the cigarette out of my mouth and tapping the ash into the ashtray next to me.
"are you coming to my show tonight?" mikey asks, looking at me expectantly from organizing some records that had been put away poorly by clients.
"awe, mikeyyy. of course i'm gonna go, i love your music really." i smile, stating the obvious. of course i was going to be there, he was my stepbrother, but we had grown up together so i considered him my brother. he smiles back, turning again to the disorganized records.
