“Why are you here?” Ed asked Miss Sugar Skull.
“I’m here for you, Eduardo,” she said.
He hadn’t heard a woman speak his name since…since Francisca. Before he could ask the woman what she meant, her cat-suited friend screeched and grabbed Oscar.
“Oooh. Leche con azúcar. Baila conmigo!” Cat-Suited Woman said.
“What?” Oscar said with a big goofy smile. “What’s she saying? What’s she saying, Ed?”
“Dance with me! Dance with me,” Cat-Suited Woman said. “I’m here with her but I’m not here for your brother.”
When she smiled one cheek rose higher than the other and she wore too much makeup. Her eyes sparkled against the fluorescent pink glare coming through the window from the casino across the street. Ed knew she was the kind of girl that was dangerous. Dangerous for Oscar. She’d break his h
