At the shop,
my grandfather is bending over,
picking up a few screws that jumped
out of their containers during the tremor.
I tell him about my catch,
he coughs a little, punches me in the arm.
Are you going to your friend’s today?
The last day before the show?
Not today. I should be there
when Dad gets home.
I hope he’s not mad
that I’m not going to the game.
You need to tell him. He will understand.
And besides, we will ALL be there.
All of you? I ask.
We would not miss it.
I think about our plan,
sneaking away to sing.
I never thought about this,
that everyone might come;
her parents will find out for sure!
Why did we think we could keep it a secret?
Grandpa, you can’t invite Malia’s parents.
She’ll be in trouble!
Etan, it’s okay, the Agbayanis are part of us.