“Look at this!” Kareem exclaimed. As one, we all looked in his direction. My uncle’s face twisted in horror. Kareem stood by a jar, one skinny hand holding the lid, and with the other, he’d used his finger to scoop up whatever was stored within. Dark, thick liquid coated his index finger. Kareem brought it to his lips. “No!” Abdullah yelled. Too late, Kareem licked the sticky mass. His expression turned thoughtful, and then he grinned, and replaced the lid. “It’s honey.” “That honey is over two thousand years old,” said Tío Ricardo. “I can’t believe you’d put something like that in your
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