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“I’M eighteen now, Daddy, you can’t tell me what to do!” she screamed at her father. They were having yet another argument about Hector.
“Maybe, but I still get to decide who I serve up in my shop. Don’t you bring that boy around here again!”
“You embarrassed me so bad. I can’t believe you kicked him out!”
“I’m going to do more than that if he ever show his face around here again. Now lower your voice. We don’t need the customers all up in our business. I’m already embarrassed about you bringing that hoodlum here,”
They were in the backroom of the restaurant, but her father’s place was small. It’d be easy for the customers to hear their argument if she didn’t do as he said.
But she rolled her eyes. Her father acted like his business wasn’t located on Hermitage Avenue, one of the m
