“Raphael, come and eat,” Lucia yelled while she began setting plates on the dining table.
“Yes, mami. I"ll be right there.” Raphael ignored his wife and continued talking on his cellphone with his son. He hoped that Lucia would let it go, but he knew better.
mami“Hurry up. The food is getting cold. Jose Luis made these enchiladas just for you.”
“I know. I know. I asked him to.” Raphael quickly ended his conversation and reluctantly entered the kitchen area that also doubled as the dining room.
“Papi, give me a kiss.”
PapiHe reluctantly complied.
Jose Luis looked on in dismay. He knew this public display of affection was fake. His mother always pretended to be lovey-dovey with her latest husband whenever anyone was around. However, when she was alone with him, the pair fought often an
