Been a long time.
Esteban knew there was someone he just had to see now that he was here. Uncle Julio always said the Guthries were everything the Richters failed to be: a big, loving family that raised their kids with some actual chingaso decency. Uncle Star called it Honor. There'd been a visit or two when they were little kids, but that had been ages ago, and brief. Mostly, there'd been photographs in letters and talks on the phone.

Esteban knocked on Zak's door.