The next day Rita had a dreamy smile on her face. “We’re going to make a baby,” she confided to Frances. “We can’t wait forever. If we wait much longer, we’ll be too old. My mother had three children in school by the time she was my age, and another on the way.”
Frances nodded. Oscar was in the kitchen with Tomas. The marital bliss had rubbed off on Oscar, who was happily working with his brother, which was just fine with Frances. She had no desire to be in the same room with Tomas.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Rita asked. They were cleaning the last of a small Christmas party from a dentist’s office. There had been an impromptu wet T-shirt competition between a totally wasted hygienist and dental assistant. The tables were sticky with beer and cigarette butts.
“What a bunch of idiots.”
“We
