“You are not going. I absolutely forbid it.” Claudia’s voice rose angrily, her harsh words echoing through the kitchen of her posada.
“You are not my mother, Claudia.” Carmen shot back from her perch leaning against the counter. “You are in no position to forbid anything. If I want to pay him a visit, I will, and there is nothing you can do about it.”
“You used to listen when I talked to you,” Claudia groused. “You showed better sense then.”
“Well, I’m not a little girl anymore,” Carmen shot back. “Then, I didn’t know what I wanted, and I let myself be led around like a puppy on a string. Now I know what I want, and I intend to go after it.”
“Not this,” Claudia insisted. “There are many men in Cádiz. Why go all that way in order to beg the man you rejected to take you back. He won’t do
