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Bella had gotten yet another present from Papi that she did not ask for: a big box of crayons.
“You don't have to keep them, sweetie,” Angel said, holding his hand out.
“No, Mama, I want to,” Bella said. Then she looked at the card Papi had sent, and what he had written. “But I don't want to draw anything for Papi.”
“Okay,” Angel said, as he and Bella went over to the bar for drinks.
“Hey, kid,” Husk said, “do you know what grey-rocking is?”
“No,” Bella said as she sipped her apple juice through her favourite purple crazy straw.
“It's making yourself boring to guys like your papi,” Husk explained. “People grey rock to get the Valentinos in their lives to leave them alone.”
Bella looked at the box of crayons. There was a grey crayon inside, and she got an idea.
“Isn't it beautiful!” Val said to Velvette and Vox, gesturing at the drawing on his fridge with all four of his arms, as though it were an expensive painting. “She gets her talent from me!”
The drawing was nothing more than a grey circle. Vox looked ready to point it out, but Velvette shook her head.