Pamela tried to be as deceitful, lying, and evasive as possible. She would never admit to the plan, especially not to a family that never understood her anyway.
She remembered the first time she had come home in that dire state: dirty, her clothes torn, crying for the rest of the day, and they hadn’t given a damn. It had taken Melissa showing up to suggest to them that Pamela might have been r***d. Even so, Mrs. Chaves merely assumed that Pamela had been mugged.
“That’s a lie, Carmen! I don’t want to sleep with Josias. He’s my best friend’s future boyfriend!”
“Are you talking about the ‘bricklayer’s helper’?” Carmen approached her like a shark. “You used to use that nickname with scathing contempt. What changed? Did you happen to see him working without a shirt and fall in love with his
