Chapter 7: WaylaidEfren, the previous day
“Efren!” Merewina’s merry voice rang out behind him. “You’re not on the practice field this morning?”
Efren paused in his tracks and turned to face his sister. “I had…” He double flashed his eyebrows. “…an errand to run.”
To say that Merewina’s snort was inelegant would be charitable, but Efren was in a jovial mood and magnanimity flowed through his veins like a bubbling brook, so he didn’t seek a less charitable description with which to tease her, as they were wont to do with each other.
Her gaze lit on the package he was carrying, and her eyes widened. “Ooh, is that a gift for Marcelo?”
“It is.” He didn’t elaborate, because it would be more fun to let her draw it out of him.
To her credit, she didn’t stamp her foot. She didn’t even roll he
