Chapter 11
“Profesor Builder?”
“Yes, Pablito?”
John and Pablito had been working at English conversational skills for the better part of the afternoon. Papers and a few pencils were strewn about the kitchen table. Pablito swung his little legs back and forth methodically in his chair, like he was pumping for momentum on a swing. John had learned the boy was rather cheeky, considering he had already earned himself a nickname.
“La siesta?”
Cheeky, but also lazy.
“No, Pablito, we must finish this last worksheet before taking a break.”
Pablito gave an exaggerated sigh as if he were an old and weathered man. He picked up the pencil he had put down and carefully worked it into the crook of his hand, taking the time to get the grip just right.
John had put together a lesson and was pushin
