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luis tossed the wrench he’d been holding into a toolbox like he was annoyed, but to make a point about slave labor. then he followed his father, who knelt on the gravel, and began to point out every detail of the hubcap. luis was rudely listening. he watched the girl take a piece of paper from her handbag. \señor cintrón, i have drawn the hubcap for you, since i will have to leave soon. my home address and telephone number are here, and also my parents office number.\ she handed the paper to mr. cintrón, who nodded. \si, señorita, very good. this will help my son look for it. perhaps there is one in that stack there.\ he pointed to the pile of caps that luis was supposed to wash and polish. \yes, i’m almost certain that there is a match there. of course, i do not know if it’s near the top or the bottom. you will give us a few days, yes?\ luis just stared at his father like he was crazy. but he didn’t say anything because the girl was smiling at him with a funny expression on her face. maybe she thought he had x - ray eyes like superman, or maybe she was mocking him. \please call me naomi, señor cintrón. you know my mother. she is the director of the funeral home. \ mr. cintrón seemed surprised at first; he prided himself on having a great memory. then his friendly expression changed to one of sadness as he recalled the day of his wife’s burial. naomi had not finished her sentence. she reached over and placed her hand on mr. cintrón’s arm for a moment. then she said \adiós\ softly, and got in her shiny white car. she waved to them as she left, and her gold bracelets flashing in the sun nearly blinded luis. mr. cintron shook his head. \how about that,\ he said as if to himself. \they are the dominican owners of ramirez funeral home.\ and, with a sigh, \she seems like such a nice young woman. reminds me of your mother when she was her age.\ hearing the funeral parlor’s name, luis remembered too. the day his mother died, he had been in her room at the hospital while his father had gone for coffee. the alarm had gone off on her monitor and nurses had come running in, pushing him outside. after that, all he recalled was the anger that had made him punch a hole in his bedroom wall. and afterward he had refused to talk to anyone at the funeral. strange, he did see a black girl there who didn’t try like the others to talk to him, but actually ignored him as she escorted family members to the viewing room and brought flowers in. could it be that the skinny girl in a frilly white dress had been naomi? she didn’t act like she had recognized him today, though. or maybe she thought that he was a jerk.

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The text is a literary excerpt with a sample annotation analyzing literary elements (narrative perspective, mood). The subfield of Arts - Literature is appropriate as it deals with analyzing literary works, characters, and narrative techniques.

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Literature (subfield of Arts)