The last day of the week always felt slow. My head had been heavy since yesterday, thinking about Carlota and the stupid misunderstanding in the hallway.  I didn’t show it on my face though. 

I was walking toward my locker when my boys spotted me and rushed over. They always came in groups, loud and curious, like they lived inside trouble. Sometimes I don't know what to do with them but I got to love them. 

“Boss,” one of them called out, jogging closer, “how’s Gabriel ...