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"Wait a second," Dad says lifting up a hand. "Our neighbors? That little shrimpy kid next door is Geofrey?"

Mom shrugs. "Yeah, what are you so surprised for?"

"Well it's just y'know..." Dad says with a humorous smirk on his face. "He doesn't really look like a... Geofrey... per se."

"For Christ's sake honey, shut up," Mom says, disgustedly tossing a dollar bill into the jar and retrieving three coins.

"Looks a little more like an Osama to me," Dad says with a wide grin.

I snicker at that. And next thing: we're both cackling.

"Oh shut up, you two are both morons. He's not even Arabic. His father is Spanish American, and his mother is whiter than both of you put together."

"Idunno... that kid's father looks like he'd fit pretty well in a turban. You never know they might be one of those sleeper cells..." Dad says winking at me. "Like on 24... or that show on Showtime show with the sleeper cells... can't remember what it's called..."

"Oh shut up, will you! You really wanna be spouting this crap in front of your daughter? You proud o' yerself!?"

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