Mr. Soto

"Are you Mr. Soto?" I glanced up at the lady behind the register at the auto part store. "No. Hes my grandpa. I'm just borrowing his work shirt while I work for my uncle here." I nodded to my uncle standing beside me. "Ohhhh...why are you so angry? You look mad." "I'm not. I'm fine." I was a little surprised by her boldness. "Does he ever smile?" This time directing the question at my uncle. "Sometimes." Uncle Robert wasn't helping very much. She looked at me again. I squeezed out a not very natural smile. "There we are. Was that so hard?" Yes, Pat. It was.