Children of the Beehive

I remembered this day, long ago.  I was jacked up on Prozac and didn't want to go to my therapy appointment.  I was with my friend Somber-Tracy, who is a Republican now.  
"Dogs just roll around in the sun.  It makes them happy.  I want to be like that."  I announced.
"Hilary, what the fuck is wrong with you?"  she answered.
Then, we jumped up and down on the trampoline in her backyard for a while and I ditched the appointment.  

I saw the dog, the dog I call Faye, on the dog shelter's website.  They said that she had been abandoned, tied to the fence by her owner.  I know they have to say what they're going to say, but did they really think that was what happened that day?  That I was lying?  She's been in there more than two months.  

Papí and I took off during spring break.  Lola too.  We drove two days to New Mexico.   It was hot, then cold, then snowing and windy.  It was perfect.  The time changed and we changed and we came back.  It was beautiful.

Rafael ran into the trailer, nearly ripping the door off.

"I made my own lunch!" he screamed, opening his lunch box.

I looked inside.  Two rice puddings and a bag of Doritos.  Carefully packaged.  And, a Capri Sun.  

"Is that your hair?"  he asked, as one of the massively long threads of my hair attached to the sweater I was wearing.  

"Yeah, sorry, I shed."  I responded.

"I'm keeping it, " he responded, running away with a piece of my hair.

"I like your skin."  he continued, sniffing my sweater.  

"Look!  Christians!"  Lupita yelled.  

We were walking out of our trailer, the one that school thought didn't need a Swiffer, though I do all of the cleaning myself, and didn't need to be replaced by a new trailer, though no one uses the old ones and I am covering up holes in the walls with paper and the floor is caving in.  

I saw these white women walking around, with long skirts and white sweaters.

"Are the Witnesses, or Mormons..?"  I whispered to Lupita.

"They come to our house too!"  Agnieszka announced.

"We call them the Hallelujahs,  everyone does!"  Lupita responded, gold cross glistening in the sun.

"Pendejo."  Eduardo growled.

"Zee gurl ees goeeg to zee library..."  he continued, speaking into the headset I had to buy myself, for their Rosetta Stone lesson. 

It rejected his pronunciation.  

I heard a loud slap.

"Zee gurl ees goeeg to zee library..." he said again.

"Pinche wey....."  he continued, slapping the computer when it rejected his pronunciation.  

He and Danny started wrestling.  Both were on the ground.  

"¡Chupáme debajo!"  Eduardo screamed, showing me the Google Translate version of 'suck my dick' on his computer, merrily, just to make sure I knew what he said.  

"Yeah, "  I responded.

"I heard you.  Get your stuff, friends.  I have to see my first graders.  I hope you all have a great day.  The best day.  I'll see you again in a few hours."

*Title, Sonny and the Sunsets