"Where are you from?"
"How old are you?"
"Do your parents live around here?"
"How did you meet Rafael?"
"What made you like him?"
Question after question came firing out of Mrs. Cordova without pause before I could even answer the first one. She was practically bouncing in her seat from excitement and had to be held down to the sofa by her quiet husband.
Rafael had pulled me down next to him on the opposing sofa and wrapped his arm securely around my waist to keep me glued to his side.
His eye twitched as more questions came flying our way until he finally snapped.
He hissed, "Mother! You said that you contain yourself today."
I instinctively reached out to pull his hands into my lap and rubbed soothing circles on the back of his hand, trying to get him to loosen up a bit.
"I-It'
