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CHAPTER EIGHTThen Ernesto saw Naomi Martinez, standing by the mural of Cesar Chavez. She looked terribly upset.
“Hey Naomi, you okay?” Ernesto asked, hurrying toward the girl. Abel shrugged his shoulders and walked on to his first class.
“Yeah,” Naomi replied. “My parents had a big fight this morning. Mom almost never has the guts to fight back, but this morning she just blew up like a crazy lady. She said she just knew Brutus was going to rip her face off. She just knew it. She says she’s not going to stay in the house unless the dog goes, and Dad stood his ground. He called her a coward and said he was ashamed of her. He said Brutus was the sweetest dog in the whole barrio. If Mom gave the dog half a chance, she’d like him too. I swear, Ernie, I think Mom has blown a gasket or s
