Manny is getting dropped off by Mr. Hart.
I leaned my chin on the dashboard and asked, "Rich people live out here huh?"
"It's just another place to live," Mr Hart said blandly, "middle-class, some upper."
When we finally neared our projects, I asked him to drive around back and drop me off by the irrigation ditch near Frankie's house.
Mr. Hart ignored me about dropping me off by Frankie's, and instead drove straight into the parking lot.
Luckily, Mom wasn't home. But my dad was. When we pulled up he was plucking mint leaves by the water faucet.
From dad's perspective: who is this guy driving my son. *Mr.Hart comes out and says hello.* I greet him, but I know his type. The people who feel sorry for us, makes me sick. I bet Manny got money from him.
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