Catherine Smith
— They went to play soccer on the ground floor and ended up hitting Matilde, who lives on the first floor. She was furious because all her groceries fell to the floor.
— Mom, they know they can't play ball there. — I say, getting up abruptly from the sofa.
— I know, dear, but they were bored with watching TV. Don't blame the boys, they didn't mean any harm. — my mother always coddles them.
I sigh.
— Which one of them threw the ball? — I ask.
She remains silent.
— Mom?
— Dominic, but dear, don't get mad at him. They were just playing, and Matilde always picks on the boys.
I sigh.
— Mom, I'm going to take my things to the room because if Dad comes and sees all this, it might cause some trouble, since he doesn't even like me working at the nightclub. I'll also tak
