“No, you didn’t!” I pressed my lips together tightly, trying not to laugh. Paca nodded slowly. “I thought…I don’t know. Maybe it’s lame…but whatever.” She sighed as she shrunk back into her chair with a hopeless expression. “But now, I’m sure it’ll cause all kinds of trouble between them.” The idea of Paca’s gift at Ambrosio’s party made my skin crawl. Damnit, I thought, biting down hard on my lower lip. Why couldn’t Paca just get something from the Target registry? “Maybe,” I hesitated, studying Paca’s reaction, “we could just slip in…” “And get the gift!” I put my palms face out, trying to calm her. “I’m not making any promises. I just said let’s have a look, all right?” I got up to leave quietly. There was no reason to call attention to this matter. But as my chair scraped the tile floor, it made a loud farting sound. The family at the next table turned, shocked. I smiled, feeling my cheeks grow hot.