Chapter Four
Max
Ramon and Paula’s car was blocking the driveway, so I parked on the street and let myself in the back door. The kitchen was empty, and I popped a mint in my mouth and drank a glass of water to camouflage the smell of booze on my breath.
“Aunt Maria, I hate speaking ill of your sister, but she’s driving me crazy.” I heard Paula say from the dining room. Instead of joining them, I eavesdropped, wanting to know what was going on, and wondered why they needed me here.
“Paula, I know my sister can be a pain in the neck, but…”
“You don’t understand.” Paula’s voice thickened. “She’s constantly putting me down, saying I’m a bad mother.”
“Regina has always been headstrong. When I was a little girl she always made sure I knew she was the boss. She…”
Paula cut my mother off. “
