Trust

Kyle

We finish our meal and Dad says he has to check one last thing in the garage. Jeremy tries to help Mom clean the table, but she says that’s my job and Stela steals him into the living room.

“He’s nice, “ My mother says once they’re gone, while she is cleaning the plates for the washing machine.

“I know. “

“Do you think it's a problem?”

“What?”

I ask absently as I pass another plate to her.

“That he comes from a very different family than ours. “

“I…”

I lower my hands and fix my eyes on them. “When did you find out?”

“Oh, Kyle, “

I glance back up at her and see her watching me affectionately “I think ever since you started coming home, him being the first thing you mentioned.”

“Did I do that?”

She nods. “What do his parents think?”

“I don’t...I don’t know if he’s told them. “

“Of course, if what I think it’s true, they don’t even have time to have dinner together. “

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Everything comes with a price, as they say, “My mom frowns, “And he’s such