Know Your Place
Catalina Adriano was spending more and more time with his son. I thought that was good but it was hard to see his time so consumed. He left little for me. I wondered if I was being selfish. Was I a bad person for wanting my husband back? The way we used to be. It was just me and him. It seems like a long time ago now. We were enemies fighting and then lovers passionately devouring one another and now we were distant. He was there and I was here. He didn't talk about my mother anymore. Two months had passed and I had no news of her. It was a quiet night tonight, I was walking in the garden late drinking some tea. "Hey you," Vicente said. "Hey," "So, it's been an interesting few months," he said. "Yeah," "So, how are you?" Vicente asked. "Good," I answered. "I am just here, pa
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