 So I was a young Carlos running around with a bunch of quarters in his pockets back in Queens. Ernesto throws on his lucky kicks and his favorite Mets cap. Matias writes in his debut children's book. Feeling fresh, he says to the mirror, but before he can sneak out the door, his mother stops him. For emergencies, Ernesto, she whispers, covering his right hand with both of hers. If you need me, look for a payphone.