“I’m just saying. Maybe it’s not a bad idea. I never noticed before, but there are a lot of cops around here.” “Yeah, Javi. Because there are a lot of locos out here. You know that.” Mom finished pouring the oil and snapped a lid on the container. She held the oil up to the light, and I stared at the little particles of tostones floating around in it. Pleased, she stuck the container in the fridge. “If you don’t want to get locked up, don’t do no stupid shit,” she said. “That’s all you have to know about the police.”
