At 6:00 A.M., My Mother Learned Whose House She Lived In

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Then my front door opened behind me and Mrs. Delgado leaned out with a dish towel over one shoulder.

“Everything all right out here?” she asked.

My mother turned, startled.

Mrs. Delgado smiled. “Good afternoon, folks. If you’re here to apologize to those babies, do it quick. The enchiladas are getting cold.”

Jason muttered, “Jesus Christ.”

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