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    Complications, Chapter 13

    Story written on May 29, 2006 by profoundexcuse.
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    “How dare you talk to me like that. And to talk about your Father like… Get out.” AND “Aren’t Latin women caliente, Shane?” AND “You know what, Tina? Fine. I was, alright? Now, can we just go get our child and go home now? Or would you rather yell at me for another 5 f***ing hours?”

    Carmen finished off her coffee as she pulled up to her family’s house. She turned off the car and got out, being sure to lock the door before she made her way up to the door. The door was open, and she could feel the heat and smell pumping out of the house. Her mother was cooking again.

    She walked in, and called out, “Mami? Are you home?”

    Her mother walked out of the kitchen.

    “Carmencita, there you are! You’re late.”

    “I know, Mami. I’m sorry.”

    “It’s OK.”

    She turned off the stove and faced her daughter, simply staring at her as she took her purse off her shoulder and placed it on a chair, followed by her sunglasses.

    “Qué?”

    “Nada.”

    She turned back to continue cooking but Carmen interrupted her.

    “No, Mami. What?”

    “It’s nothing, Carmen.”

    “Just tell me. I’m sick of all this passive aggressive bullshit where you stare at me and tell me nothing’s wrong, but your eyes look so disappointed, and I just…” she sighed, “Just tell me.”

    “Carmen, I dealt with you and Chane because I love you. And you looked happy. But I can’t pretend I’m all right with you being a lesbian. I meant what I said that day. And I think that this whole thing with you and Chane is God punishing you for the sins you’ve committed.”

    Carmen stood there, silent and aghast as she tried to process what her mother was saying.

    “You can’t be serious…”

    “I’m dead serious. What would your father think right now, Carmen?”

    “I don’t really care.”

    Carmen said, no hint of anger in her as she stared at her Mother.

    “What?”

    “I don’t really care.” Carmen repeated, slower this time, letting the anger creep into her tone.

    “Your father was a good man…”

    “My father’s dead!”

    Mercedes leaned back and hurled her hand into her daughter’s face for the hardest slap she had ever given in her entire life. The tension was like a blanket, smothering the two as Carmen leaned on the counter, chest heaving, trying to regain her composure and as Mercedes stood watching her in angry silence, both of them trying not to let the tears fall. That would be the ultimate sign of weakness at this point.

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    6. Can’t say much about B&T as that just seemed to happen out of nowhere. Jenny was just weird as usual. lol Carmen…man I feel real bad for her. =/ God this comment was so lame but I’m running late for work. =O

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