Chapter 22: AnaEver since she’d gotten the message, Ana couldn’t stop smiling. No matter that Lydia was once again late with her report, no matter that normally one hundred percent housebroken Taco and Chalupa had left her a mess to clean up, and no matter even that Maria had once again ‘borrowed’ something from her closet. Okay, it was a shirt that Ana hated, because it fit funny around her boobs, but still, she felt more generous toward the world than she had in a long time.
“Hey, Rodrigo!” she yelled out her kitchen window.
“Yes, Tia Ana?”
“Are you hungry?” A rhetorical question if there ever was one, because no matter how much food Rodrigo managed to get his grubby hands on, he was perpetually starving. “Here.”
“Taco Bell!” Excitedly he hopped from one foot to the other, making the
