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Liz had to smile. Her best friend did an almost perfect impression of her.
"I guess I say that a lot, huh?"

Maria grabbed a dish towel and started wiping down the counter. "Only ten
times a day since fifth grade," she joked.

"If I didn't have five thousand relatives watching me all the time," Liz
said, "maybe I could have some fun once in a while."

She sighed, imagining a life where she didn't have to worry about doing
something -- anything -- that would make her large, loving extended family
worry about her future. She was the first daughter in her family headed
for college, and her family wanted to make sure that she stayed on track.
And not turn out like her sister, Rosa.

Liz pulled a handful of change out of her pocket and dumped it on the
counter.

"Wow," Maria said. "Great tips. Maybe I should get my own picture of a
baby doll someone left put in the sun too long." Maria scrunched up her
nose. "Though I don't know if I could do that whole 'you'd be dead by the
end of the week' thing without cracking up."

"Just practice in front of the mirror. That's what I did," Liz told her.

"It would take a lot of practice," Maria complained. "Everyone always
knows when I'm lying. My ten-year-old brother is a better liar than me.
The guys my mom goes out with never believe me when I say how nice it is
to meet them."

Liz snorted. "Big surprise." She popped open the cash register and traded
her change for bills. Thirty-three more dollars for the Hasta la Vista
Fund. Thirty-three seventy-three, actually.

The opening notes of the Close Encounters theme played as the cafe door
swung open. Max Evans, tall and blond, with killer baby blues, and Michael
Guerin, dark and intense, ambled over to the corner booth in the back.
Both were students at Liz and Maria's high school.

"Of course they sit in your section," Maria grumbled.

Liz and Maria each covered six of the cafe's flying-saucer-shaped booths.
They divided the dining room in half from front to back so they each got a
couple of booths by the windows. Those were the most popular.

"You get the tourists and the cute guys, and I get those two," Maria
continued. She jerked her chin toward the booth nearest the door. "They're
having some big fight. They just scowl at me every time I get near them."

Liz glanced at the two men in the booth. One was big and beefy. The other