TENTrick Delgado’s guts were doing acrobatics. He hated confrontation. He was running late. Ingrid was pissed when he’d called and said don’t hold dinner. Her words stabbed sharp as shivs in a prison exercise yard. She topped them with the usual accusations regarding his mother. She’d called him a mama’s boy, said that as long as the old b***h came first she came in second. She was right that Peggy was an old b***h, but the rest wasn’t true. Ingrid would always be number one. But he had an obligation. He’d made a promise. He’d get home as soon as he could. Their brief exchange didn’t calmed his nerves or ease her disappointment.
A mother was supposed to be a soft place to land, but Peggy Delgado was more like diving head first into a briar batch. He took a deep breath then walked into his
