from Fiesta, 1980:
“The first time I got sick in the van Papi was taking me to the library. Rafa was with us and he couldn’t believe I threw up. I was famous for my steel-lined stomach. A third-world childhood could give you that. Papi was worried enough that just as quick as Rafa could drop off the books we were on our way home.” (29)
at least your pops took you to the library, son.
“You’re the smart one, she said, suddenly happy with herself. Maybe you want to see my books?
They weren’t hers. I recognized them as ones my father must have left in her house. Papi was a voracious reader, couldn’t even go cheating without a paperback in his pocket.
Why don’t you go watch TV? Papi suggested. He was looking at her like she was the last piece of chicken on earth.” (36)
seriously. i wish this wasmydad. and it does bring to the forefront the fact of bringing your kids along on a booty call. seriously, what we’re exposed to as youts stays with us.