Miles - Spider Sense vs Hot Oil

“Sounds like a good idea since winter seems to have arrived early,” grunts Abuelita as she slips one, two, three plantain slices into the hot oil. They sizzle and dance in the flaming hot pan, the oil slowly turning their edges a golden brown before my eyes. A pop of the oil spits in my direction, sending a faint tickling sensation up my neck behind my left ear, my spidey-sense still working great, apparently.

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Chapter 1