Chapter Twenty

Fagua

It was as if I’d never left and the last two weeks in Vegas had never happened. Well, it had been a little over two weeks. Vegas had been the most adventurous thing I’d ever done in my life, everything else had become insignificant.

I’d been back home for two days. I had expected to be grilled, but Pa said I could tell him and Ma what happened in time. Apart from asking why I came back, she hasn’t said a word to me.

Every morning she left before breakfast. Pa said she’s hurting and to give her time. Apparently according to him, Ma was so upset when I left, which seemed weird since she asked me why I had come back when she first saw me again. There was nothing sympathetic in her tone, let alone her attitude.

She never asked me how I was feeling or if I was okay. Normal things I’d expect her to say, but she was harsh as if she were disappointed to see me. I wanted us to stop playing this game.

I cleaned the dinner dishes, wishing for the millionth time my folks would invest in