Josias, Uélton, and Wallace entered the Campos residence, greeted at the door by Simeon himself, the undisputed head of the household.
“Welcome, boys!”
“Better than last week, when you were kicking us out,” Uélton joked, unable to help himself.
Simeon blinked, momentarily confused. Josias quickly pinched his long-tongued friend’s arm and stepped forward to clarify.
“It was just the two of us who stopped by last week, Mr. Campos. To... deliver a message.”
“Ah, right. My apologies for the lack of manners then,” Simeon said, clearing his throat. “I simply thought you were some of the local troublemakers.”
“We understand, sir,” Uélton said, redeeming himself with a grin. “And this is Wallace, my older brother despite what his face might suggest.”
Wallace shifted, once again uncomfortabl
