I hopped down from the car in front of Rosa’s house. Her flowers were still bright and blooming. Her happy plants made me wish I knew how to garden. Mom had given me an orchid once and I’d killed it dead in days.
Needless to say, me and plants were not a good combo.
The door swung open before I reached the porch.
“I didn’t think I’d see you quite so soon, but welcome, mijita. And I see you’ve brought some others.”
“Yes. I hope that’s all right.”
“Of course. Come in. Come in.” She stepped away from the door, motioning us in. “Claudia. It’s been too long.” She embraced her, muttering endearments in Spanish. She did the same with Raphael.
When she turned to Daniel, she paused, grabbing his hands. “I’m glad your mother hasn’t influenced you.”
Daniel sighed. “She is who she is.”
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