“Lopey,” he said, “meet CJ and Hank, better known as Lumpy and Bones.” 

Doc Lopez slapped Yogi’s broad back. “Yogi, you didn’t tell me you were a foster parent. Congrats!” 

Yogi blinked. I think he didn’t quite know how to explain who exactly Bones and I were and how he had met us. “Yeah, Doc,” Yogi said slowly. “The boys are staying with me for . . . ” He scratched his head. “For a while, I guess.” 

“Don’t say another word, Yogi,” Lopey said. “I’ll take care of everything. We’ll get them signed up over at Ben Franklin and they can stay with you for as long as they need to. Lindy would love that you were taking in kids. After all, that’s what she did best.” 

Yogi nodded. “You got that right, Lopey.” Bones looked at me as if he’d just been handed a triple-scoop ice cream cone. “Lump, we get to go to school in the seventies! How cool is that?” 

Doc Lopez laughed. “Estás entusiasmado con la escuela. ¡Debes estar muy enfermo!” 

Bones laughed too, then looked at me and said, “Doc said I’m pretty excited about school—I must be very sick!”

“How did you know Bones speaks Spanish?” I asked Doc Lopez. I still couldn’t believe this guy was a doctor. 

“I just know these things, Lumpy.” He chuckled. “I love that name—Lumpy.” 

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