The next morning, Miguel moped about the shop.“Mom wants us to cut some fresh flowers,” said his sister Teresa, waving a pair of scissors at him.“So what happened yesterday to that kid on the skates?” she continued.Miguel furrowed his brow. “How did you know about that?”“It happened in front of the shop window,” Teresa said.“Nothing happened.” Miguel grabbed the scissors from Teresa and stalked out to the flower garden in the empty lot next door.“Why didn’t you help him?” Teresa asked, following at Miguel’s heels.“Don’t worry about it.” He cut a bunch of bright orange poppies.