No sleepy morning commute on this short bus. Wrists stick out into the aisle way, thrusting dollar bills at Aldahir. He collects them greedily. Part two of the trade begins. Who ordered Chicken? Beef? Corn? The Zacharias family has a monopoly on empanadas in this town, certainly on this bus. People reach for their order, unwrap the tinfoil, and eat. Aldahir is forgotten until the ride home from middle school, when orders are placed for tomorrow. His power over his fellow bus riders is absolute. Any sour look, and he might end it all: no more empanadas.
Everyone smiles big.
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