Blanca points an accusatory finger at me. “You said you had a family emergency!”
“He did!” Oscar says.
“I told Emma you were lying! And I was right!” She gestures at our clothing (flip-flops, swim trunks, tank tops). “See,Emma?! See? I was right. He didn’t have no emergency. They went to the beach and shit.”
Emma’s mouth is open, confused. She says to me, “You said we were gonna hang out today. But you didn’t call me all day.”
Me: “My phone is dead. You know that.”
Emma: “But you have a home phone. And you could’ve e-mailed me. But instead, you went to the beach?”
Me: “We didn’t go to the beach.”
Blanca: “Then why you in swim trunks, you lying piece of shit?”
Oscar: “You the lying piece of shit, Blanca.”
Blanca: “This don’t got anything to do with you, Oscar. Emma’s my friend. And it’s my job to catch Hunter in a lie. And I just did.”
Me: “Emma, it’s the truth. We weren’t at the beach. I’m dealing with something concerning my brother right now.”
Emma: “It doesn’t look that way. Why are you in swim trunks?”
Me: “It’s a long story.”
Blanca: “Well, you better start telling it, Hunter.”
Me: “Stay out of this, Blanca.”
Blanca: “Don’t talk to me like that.”
Emma: “Don’t talk to her like that.”
Blanca: “You can’t even fuck your girl.”
Me: “What?”
Emma: “Blanca.”
Blanca: “Maybe aiming for the ass just comes natural to you for some reason.”
Emma: “Blanca.”
Oscar: “What’re you talking about, Blanca? You sound crazy right now.”
Apparently, Emma told Blanca about my failed attempt at sex last night.
Me: “Look, Emma, I’ll explain everything later. I don’t have time right now.”
Emma starts crying.
Me: “What’s the matter?”
Emma: “You don’t have time for me, but you have time to go to the beach and go to the comic store?”
Me: “We’re here because we need some help. From Carter T. Douglass.”
Emma: “Carter T. Douglass? What does he have to do with this?”