Tangerine: Part 2

It was the same pickup that I had seen at the carnival, the vintage green one with TOMAS CRUZ GROVES, TANGERINE, FLORIDA written on the side.

Victor, Tino, and Hernando started rollicking with laughter, reliving the moment.

The jersey has a black number 5 on the back and a round black patch over the heart, hand sewn, that shows a ferocious-looking eagle with arrows in its talons.

They walked around to the visitors’ side, ducked under the yellow ribbon, and sat down in the front row. They then gestured back to the other Cypress Bay fans, like they were pantomiming, See? We made it. It didn't collapse.

Dad continued talking in this manner throughout dinner, pounding home his theme to Erik—that Erik had contributed big-time to the victory, that Erik had actually made victory possible by being the decoy.

“Joey, why are your neighbors getting their houses tented?”
“They gotta get fumigated,” he said. “Fumigated for bugs. We’ve all got bugs.”

This tangerine is seedless, very juicy, and very resistant to cold weather, which makes it perfect for this area. Luis thinks it could even return this area to its former prominence as the tangerine capital of the world.

We rented pumps and spraying equipment and started saturating the area last month.

But is it really worth your time and money to hire a lawyer and go to court just to take some guy’s dilapidated pickup truck away?

“If you look out here, you’ll see that all of these trees are the same. On each there is one scion grafted onto a rough lemon rootstock. That scion is a new type of tangerine called the Golden Dawn.”

He became a genius at horticulture.

Erik and his flunky, Arthur, are always in demand.

They hadn’t won a game all year, and they had been recently trounced 8–0 by Lake Windsor Middle.

This is where they send some fool out here to punch you in the face. If you retaliate, you’re playing their game. If you get focused on soccer, you’re playing your game.

I shook my head vehemently.