“Ah, Abuelita. My apologies. Did we wake you?” RJ went over and hugged his grandmother’s shoulders. “Everyone, this is my Abuelita.”
“Hello, again,” Lewis said.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Huerta,” Laura said, offering to shake her hand.
“The pleasure is mine. Are you hungry? Sofia, please bring our guests something to eat.”
“Grandmother, they aren’t my guests. Tell RJ, he’s the one who invited them.”
“I’m not hungry, thank you,” Laura said to the eldest woman. “But perhaps I could get a glass of water?”
“Of course. You can get her that, can’t you mija?” Sofia’s grandmother looked at her. She’d been raised to never be disrespectful, and she was sure that her grandmother was going to have a few choice words for her, but damn it, they weren’t her guests. Besides, she wanted to c
