“Right…” I said something about her today that is not right. I saw Carmen coming in from the backyard with her gardening tools in one hand. She smiled and winked at me, I returned the gesture.

“Hey You…” She said, walking past me… scuffing my hair and place a kiss on my head.

“Hey…” I said weakly.

“You want a cup of coffee?” She asked cheerfully.

“Sure…” I said. She pulled out a cup from the cabinet and poured me some. She looked at me and Jenny for a second and realized the tension between us.

“Uhm… well, I’m gonna have a shower… I’ll leave you guys alone…” She said and placed the cup of coffee near me. I didn’t look at her; instead my stare was to Jenny. I was waiting for her to speak.

I heard the shower running and Jenny closed the LA times that she was reading. She looked at me with that monotone face.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She asked in a low voice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I said, already busted.

“Don’t play bullshit with me Shane, you can’t lie to me and don’t you dare to… I’ve known you long enough to know what’s going on… what do you think you’re doing sleeping with her??”

“It’s none of your goddamn business Jenny…” I said with a warning tone.

“It is very much my goddamn business… she could be an insider for all we know!…”

“A fucking insider?! Are you fucking kidding me?? She’s a fucking DJ okay?? And she gardens… she fucking gardens… I really doubt it Jenny… that she’s placed tiny cameras and microphones around the house… I really fucking doubt it…” I said hastily.

“You’re losing it Shane… you’re fucking losing it, get a fucking grip okay… I want you to end this shit with her…” She said bitterly.

“Don’t tell me what to do… you’re not my dad…” I told her.

“That’s right I’m not… do you see him covering your ass all this time?? No! It’s been me… okay?”