"Want some cheese?" asked Goyo, throwing a cheese grater.
"No stupid," Brice said, applying pressure to a nick on his hand. That was the second time Goyo had spilled his blood. "Why you won't murder your mama?" He winced.
"I want peace in the family and Nachine can make it happen," Goyo said.
Constance took Brice's sandwich and slapped it up side Goyo's head. "Shut your mouth." She drilled the sandwich in his right ear. "Listen to me." He punched her in the face. Brice rose from his chair then she threw jabs, straight punches, and ended with the haymaker knocking Goyo backwards out his chair.
Uncle Jace's first wife stopped street fighting after she had been ambushed by losers. Before she left, he had been invited to her practice matches where she demonstrated her boxing and other moves. He watched and learned the names yet never participated, what a miss opportunity. It could have been useful in surviving the streets. Constance begun shadow boxing as she chanted Spanish words. The foreign language he refused take. He lived next to Canada best choice was French.
She retreated from Goyo. "I'm killing them all. You crawl back to Brazil." Binding her hair into a ponytail with a napkin, she pushed her shoulders up and chest out. "Brice and I'll take care of it all."
"You can't, you love her too," Goyo said. Constance your father was murdered. You were a beggar and never objected to using my mother's money to live the lifestyle you had been accustomed."
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