Kiko exited the stand to keep an eye on Briana and Joy, who were both laughing as they leaned on each other, spoons in hand. Joy had insisted, Briana said, on buying her a beer float and racing her. Kiko didn’t mind—business at the stand had slowed to a trickle and would soon be gone—but he did worry Joy might hurt herself, clearly drunk.
“Hey, boss,” said Chad from behind Kiko, startling him so that he flinched. He turned to see Chad peering at his phone.
“Yes?”
“You think I can go? There’s…something I forgot to do.”
Kiko suspected the teen wanted to meet up with friends. It was nearly four o’clock now and Pasta La Vista offered a reduced price pizza between three and five. But Kiko didn’t know when Dom was going to bother to come back for him and the water was through him.
“Watch th
