ăăăâ hey. you... hungry? i got us some stuff. â
ăthe phrase âsome stuffâ from hĂŠctor might have led a person to think maybe they were getting a light snack; after all, it was barely 3pmăźtoo late for lunch, yet too early for dinnerăźand, on a normal day, they would be correct. yet this was not a normal day, so instead what was laid out on ernestoâs kitchen table was nothing short of a feast.Â
steaming bowls of pozole & menudo, a plate stacked high with barbacoa & cemitas, a tray of temalesăźand, naturally, bottles & bottles of alcohol and non-alcoholic drinks alike to wash it all down. in all honesty, hĂŠctor seemed to have gone to every street food vendor he could find, and most likely shelled out quite a bit of money for it.
ăwhile it perhaps would have been suspicious had anyone else offered such a meal on such short notice, this wasnât necessarily out of the ordinary for the pair. it was a custom they had. a tradition. food, to them, was used as an icebreaker.
more of a signal, really; a signal that they needed to have a talk. one friend who needed to have a heart-to-heart about something on their mindăźany problem, from the banal to earth-shatteringăźwould come bearing gifts of food & drinks to the other.
they considered it a sort of âpaymentâ for sitting there & putting up with what the other was about to say.
usually the size of the meal didnât matterăźthe last time they had an argument, ernesto only showed up with a loaf or two of concha, and that was perfectly fine with hĂŠctor. though, he supposed, the bigger the offering, the bigger the news, and this certainly was big news.
ăăăăănews he wasnât sure ernesto would take well.
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