“Andrés says I can paint in his kitchen, and I really want to try my hand at that beautiful courtyard on The Riverwalk. I pull in front of the house and heave a frustrated groan. Mom’s car is parked in the circular driveway. Great. I notice Marta’s little station wagon is also parked in the drive. Marta is our Mexican housekeeper. Her choppy English bothers Mother, so she usually makes up some excuse like having a migraine, and keeps to her room while Marta cleans. If I’m lucky, I can sl...ip in quietly without being seen or heard by my mother, grab what I need, and be back out the door before she knows I’m there. No such luck. The Spitting Cobra is waiting for me when I walk into the foyer. She must have some kind of guilt trip radar I’m unaware of. “Oh, how nice of you to stop by,” she hisses. I roll my eyes and walk past her, practically flying up the stairs in an effort to escape her venom.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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