“My dad’s coming home for the weekend,” I say. “I know,” she says. And she starts emptying milk and bread and everything we haven’t had for a long long time. “He called you?” She doesn’t answer but instead pulls out a box of cookies. “Why so much stuff?” Another box of cookies and a roasted chicken. She still doesn’t answer and she’s slamming things down on the counter. When she finally has everything out, I say, “Aren’t some things for you and José and the kids?” “No,” she says, and looks at me with bad eyes. “I never take things home for José and the kids.” “Okay,” I say, and I get it. And she’s still looking at me, her round chin shaking like she might cry or murder. “Okay,”
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