Goyo squirmed into the house under Constance's stare. She placed the tray on the coffee table. He passed the love seat where Constance's afghan hung across the sofa. He sniffed it, inhaling the scent she left from sleeping.
"Goyo," Constance said, murmuring as she lifted the espresso cup. Still suffering pain from Lando's beating, her eyes were puffy from the crying she did in her sleep. She refused painkillers to punish herself for trusting the Rivera Klan. Using the empty medicine bottles, she collected her tears for a constant reminder.
"Are you feeling better?" Goyo asked.
He knows what I want, Constance thought mixing in splash of milk in her cup. Is it so hard to kill Nachine? A murdering hag. "You want an espresso?"
Goyo flopped on the couch, gaping up at the ivory colored ceiling. Constance hobbled into the classical decorated living room. She sat down, hugging up to Goyo. He got up and took a seat in the rocking chair.
"I guess you found Arcadio and he's alive."
"Rest your mouth," Goyo said, pushing off with his feet to rock the chair.
"You're afraid to kill your nephew?"
"I told you to keep quiet about that."
"You think Zetta doesn't know you are her brother." Constance ran up to Goyo, moving her head from side to side. She turned away from him and stumbled over to the sofa, spitting and screaming incoherent words. "Your mother you worship slept with her son-in-law to have you." Constance's laughter caused Goyo to clasp his ears.
"Arcadio could kill you," Goyo said.
Constance charged him, stopping to slap his hands away from his ears. "You want to know what happen that morning. You worried me to pack the kids up and returned to Lando."
"Yes, I did," Goyo said, standing up. He shoved Constance to the sofa.
"Lando met me at the limo. I opened the driver's door and the sunshine warm my skin but it wasn't enough to fight the chill. The kids ran out the passenger door and hug Lando.
"Get back in the car babies and locked the door. I've rented a hotel room and the kids and I are going to live there until I found us a home."
"You're not taking my kids," he said.
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