His face falls. “I don’t know, Quique. I guess because you’re my son and I… You go quiet.” “Huh?” “You get real quiet when you see a… stud.” “Dad.” Why did he have to say it like that? “Well, I don’t know what you kids call it. A ‘hot piece’ then.” “Dad!” We’re both almost laughing. “I noticed,” he says. “I noticed.”
