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CHAPTER SIXAfter Sunday dinner, Ernesto and Naomi walked back to her house. “Your grandmother is a wonderful cook and a doll,” Naomi remarked. “I really enjoyed that dinner. Thanks for inviting me, Ernie.”
“Anytime,” Ernesto said. He wanted to reach out and put his arm around her lovely, soft shoulders, as Dom did with Yvette. He wanted to touch her velvet skin and feel his fingertips tingle. But he didn’t dare. Not yet. She always described him as a good friend, never using the term he longed to hear: “boyfriend.”
“Naomi, did you tell your mom about meeting your brothers?” Ernesto asked.
“Yeah, I did,” she replied. “She started crying like crazy. She wanted to know how they were doing, are they okay, all that. I told her Orlando is doing great. Manny, not so much. But Manny is g
