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by Debra Diaz   Emily: Model Houses Dad is in construction now and he knows where all the best model houses are. Sometimes on Sundays we’ll all pile into the car and drive out past the groves all the way to Yorba Linda or Irvine to look at the houses. Because he works on them, Dad has keys to some of the models and we get to go inside. They are beautiful. … [Read more...] about THE RED CAMP 16

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by Debra Diaz Gloria: María del Veracruzano   It is the middle of the night and Carmen wakes me up. "Levántate, I need you to drive me to the cantina."   I am furious because ever since I bought my 1964 Mustang with the money I earned working as a cashier at the Mandarin Kitchen, I’ve become the family chauffeur.   … [Read more...] about THE RED CAMP 15

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    by Debra Diaz   Emily: Racing  I draw horses. Over and over and over again until each arch of the neck, curve of the flank and angle in the fetlock is perfect. Horses are all I think about. I draw them, study them, collect all sizes of horse figures, from plastic cowboy and Indian horses to delicate bone China statues from the TG&Y. … [Read more...] about THE RED CAMP 14

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Gloria: Fortune Cookies   “But you told me on the phone that you had a car!” insists an irate Mr. Han. “No, I didn’t say that,” I answer red-faced.  “What I said was that my dad lets me use his car practically anytime.” “No, no, no! I heard you say you had your own car. That’s why I asked you to come in … [Read more...] about The Red Camp 13

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  by Debra Diaz EMILY:  THE FARM I didn’t notice Dad was gone because he is hardly ever home. He works so much, and lately he’s been staying away from home sometimes one, sometimes two nights, that I didn’t even notice he’d been gone for a week. And no one said a word. One morning as I am leaving for school I see Dad’s … [Read more...] about THE RED CAMP 12