DAMON FOX
“Your parents, I never heard of them.”
Dona Lúcia seems to feel sorry for her niece and changes the subject. I looked at the cell phone screen with James' “ok” and put the device away, facing Ms. Lúcia's raised eyebrow in clear disapproval.
I feel like I'm in kindergarten going to the principal's office for pulling someone's hair. When did I regress a whole lifetime in front of the plump little lady?
“My mother lives in Europe and my father passed away a few years ago.”
“I am sorry.”
“All good. We weren't close.”
“My sister is gone too.” She refers to Maia's mother.
“Margarita and Owen Davis left too soon and left me this sweet little girl to raise. I hope they are happy as they were.”
I notice when Maia lowers her gaze. It's all a farce and Lúcia's wishes are in vai
