Chapter 20 Emily Past “Hey, Tita?” I called from the kitchen. “Dad said he was going to stop by later today and finally look at that leaky sink in the bathroom.” “Eh,” she spat as she joined me from the living room. “I told you from the beginning to call a plumber. I don’t want your father here.” “Tita, he’s your son and my dad. We can’t kick him out of the family.” “We can, and I have. You’re the one who won’t let go. You know just as well as I do that that man is no good. Neither he nor his brother—they’re not the boys I raised.” She pointed one of her gnarled fingers at me. She was agitated. It wasn’t the first time talk of my dad got her worked up. She adamantly refused to accept any of my dad’s help, including his money. It was the reason we lived in a tiny house in a crap neighborhoo
