Inevitably, Beto’s parents take up some of their conversation, though not enough to sour Beto’s mood.
“Have you heard from them since they got home?” Aiden asks as Beto nods at a bookstore for them to go in.
“Only for them to tell me they got back. I think it might be awhile before they have anything to say to me about anything else. Which is fine by me. Abuela couldn’t sing your praises enough to them; she’s the only family I need right now,” Beto says, and means it.
“She did?” Aiden asks with a shy smile.
“She likes you a lot. Trust me.”
Aiden kisses him on the shoulder as he squeezes his hand. “I like her, too.”
“When we’re back, she will demand the three of us have dinner again. You know that, right?”
“I can’t wait. Are you looking for any books in particular?” Aiden asks as the
