“Zoey promised me she would visit today, but she’s not answering my calls. Was she at home when you left?” Arissa asked Zero while we were in the middle of eating a late lunch.
I never thought I would enjoy Tex-Mex cuisine so much, but I was already about to finish my second serving of fajitas. The barbeque-flavored potato salad was also revolutionary for me. It was my first time trying the dish. I had a brief culture shock. I was certain the unusual combination wouldn’t go well at first, but it did — and I loved it.
“I don’t know. I didn’t see her,” Zero casually answered, then picked up the pitcher to refill my glass with juice.
“You should always look out for your sister, Zero. Don’t be cold to her.”
“I’m not being cold, grandma,” he said. “You know she loves doing things her way. I
