Track 10: About Face
“Y
ou know...I’ve always worried about you”—Fi looked over her shoulder and saw her mother standing a few feet away from her, arms crossed in front of her chest—“working with those boys all the time, running yourself ragged you can’t even call your mother.”
Gabriel and the band had just left for the hotel in a nondescript black van, and Fi was lingering by the window where she waved them goodbye as the vehicle drove away. The rain had stopped hours ago, allowing the flood to subside and easing the traffic flow around their neighborhood.
Diana walked over, peering out the window just as the van turned at the intersection. “Filipina?”
“Ma—”
The older woman studied her daughter’s face, but Fi dropped her gaze and let guilt gnaw at her heart. “I’m sorry, Ma. I’ll do
