Chapter 22

• None of the ladies spoke for a moment, leaving his words hanging in the air.
• Abuela María’s gaze snapped from Eena to Carlos, and her face went from shock to pure indignation. She stood up, her small frame somehow filling the vast space with a furious energy that made Carlos feel like a small boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
• "Your wife?" Abuela’s voice was low, but it vibrated in a very firm tone. She spoke in Spanish, the language of their family and of her fury. "You married? And you did not tell me? Did you not tell your own grandmother? What is this modern disrespect, Carlos? Have you forgotten everything I taught you about family honor?"