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CHAPTER NINEWhen Luis Sandoval went to play basketball that night, Ernesto tagged along. “You know what, Dad? I think I’ll join you. I just feel like shooting some hoops tonight.”
“You’re not just trying to keep an eye on the old man, are you?” Luis Sandoval replied, a knowing grin in his eyes. “I can take care of myself, you know. After all the running you did at the track meet today, I wouldn’t think you’d be up for hoops tonight.”
“I used to like playing basketball, Dad,” Ernesto protested. “I was never good enough to get on the team, but it’s a nice warm night. I just feel like shooting a few baskets.”
“Okay mi hijo,” Dad agreed, looking unconvinced about Ernesto’s reasons for tagging along. “It’s always nice to spend some time with you, Ernie. So I’ll take it. I love to be w
