"Cali?" Eliseo listened to Dennis's sarcastic jab, and for once, didn't fire right back.
Dennis jabbed a finger at the baby in Leona's arms. "Cali, that's her nickname."
Eliseo nodded, didn't step any closer, and turned straight back to his room.
He was gone for a solid stretch before he finally reemerged.
Dennis was sitting at the dining table when he spotted Eliseo walking over in a plain white T-shirt and black sweatpants. He very nearly knocked over the glass of milk right in front of him.
He blurted out before he could think, "What the hell are you doing? What, you're trying to put a fresh coat of paint on an old fence and pretend you're 10 years younger?"
Eliseo rolled his eyes, not even bothering to engage with this overdramatic drama king.
Calixta had told him once, explicit
