Chapter 7: Ana“You going to help with the tamales this year?”
Giving Carmela the most contemptuous look she could muster, Ana sidestepped her sister and carried her bags and packages up the steps to her trailer. But Carmela was not so easily deterred. She simply followed Ana inside, peeking into bags as the dogs made their usual ruckus in greeting. Ana petted Chalupa first, then freed Gordito from his kennel before peeling Taco from the shin he was busily humping.
“I can’t believe he’s still not housebroken,” Carmela casually commented when Gordito peed on the floor about two feet from where she stood.
“Why don’t you mind your own business?” Ana snarled as she snatched the puppy up and pushed him through the flap of the doggy door out into the yard. “One would think you had plenty to wo
