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Hey, How about you ditch those losers and come with us. We'll show you a real good time," one of them shouts through the window."Fuck off," Doug shouts.One of the guys stumbles out of the car and advances on Doug. Sierra yells something but I'm not paying attention. Instead, I'm watching Alex tear off his jacket and block the guy's path."Get out of my way," the guy orders. "Don't lower yourself by protecting this white dick."Alex stands toe to toe with the guy, the tire iron gripped tightly in his hand. "You fuck with the white dick, you fuck with me. It's that simple. Another guy steps out of the car. We are in some serious trouble."Girls, take the keys and get in the car," Alex orders, his tone precise."But . . ."There's a lethal calmness in his eyes. Oh, boy. He's dead serious.Doug tosses Sierra his car keys. Now what? Are we supposed to sit in the car and watch them fight? "I'm not going anywhere," I tell him."Me, either," Sierra says.A guy in the other car sticks his head out of the window. "Alejo, that you?"Alex's stance relaxes. "Tiny? What the hell you doin' with these The guy named Tiny says something in Spanish to his buddies and they jump back into the car. They almost seem relieved they won't have to fight Alex and Doug."I'll tell you as soon as you tell me what you're doin' with a bunch of Tiny says.Alex chuckles. "Get out of here."When we're all back in the car, I hear Doug say, "Thanks for having my back."Alex mumbles, "Don't sweat it. book-quotewhitespanishdefendWhy can't you call me Alex?" I ask, my head down while I stare at the food in front of me."If I wanted to call you Alex, I wouldn't have bothered to name you Alejandro. Don't you like your given name?"My muscles tense. I was named after a father who is no longer alive, leaving me the responsibility of being the designated man of the house. Alejandro, Alejandro Jr., Junior . . . it's all the same to me."Would it matter?" I mumble as I pick up a tortilla. I look up, trying to gauge her reaction.Her back is to me as she cleans dishes in the sink. "No.""Alex wants to pretend he's white," Carlos chimes in. "You can change your name, bro, but nobody'd mistake you for anythin' other than "Carlos, I warn. I don't want to be white. I just don't want to be associated with my father. you two," our mother pleads. "Enough fighting for one day." Carlos sings, egging me on by calling me a wetback.I've had enough of Carlos's mouth; he's gone too far. I stand, my chair scraping the floor. Carlos follows and steps in front of me, closing the space between us. He knows I could kick his ass. His overblown ego is gonna get him in trouble with the wrong person one of these days."Carlos, sit down," orders."Dirty beaner," Carlos drawls at me in a fake deep accent. "Better yet, "Carlos!" reprimands sharply as she comes forward, but I get in between them and grab my brother's collar."Yeah, that's all anyone will ever think of me," I tell him. "But you keep talkin' trash and they'll think that of you, too.""Brother, they'll think that of me anyway. Whether I want them to or not."I release him. "You're wrong, Carlos. You can do better, be better.""Than you?""Yeah, better than me and you know it," I say. "Now apologize to for talkin' smack in front of her."One look in my eyes and Carlos knows I'm not kidding around. "Sorry, Ma," he says, then sits back down. I don't miss his glare, though, as his ego got knocked down a peg. book-quotewhitespanishcarlos-fuentes
