It was a big year-high school entrance exams were looming, so Mrs. Cedillo was running a tight ship.

Naomi shot her husband a look. "You're up early."

Bruce started tripping over his words. "No, Naomi, really, it's not what you think. That was just the class president from when I was a student..."

Naomi raised an eyebrow. "After all these years, you still remember your class president? That's some memory. Must've been something special, huh?"

Bruce just stood there, at a loss.

Meanwhile, Mia and Molly watched like it was the season finale of their favorite show. The whole crew was craning their necks, not even caring that their muscles were starting to ache.

For once, all the Cedillo women—and even the family's old man were united against the Cedillo men. It was a rare sight.

Grandpa Cedillo heaved a dramatic sigh. "Life's gotten so boring. Mia, Molly, why don't you tell Naomi where you two disappeared to that night? Naomi, maybe you could use a little getaway yourself."

The girls exchanged glances. Why were they getting dragged into this now?

trying to explain himself. “Naomi, we've been married for decades.

having none of it. She stormed upstairs, and Bruce scrambled after her. "Naomi, wait

all turned back around at the same time, suddenly remembering-they were still supposed to be standing in the corner as

brother a sympathetic look, then glanced at their dad. Maybe just maybe-Dad

let

his dad a warning

husband, back when he was a

the parenting. I'll handle my side,

little wild one with one arm, grabbed Mia's hand

called, "Dad, what

kid? Dad! Come on, tell me

with a soft thud, cutting her off. Upstairs, everything

was just the Chad

Hansen, feeling pretty clever,

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