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Chapter Twelve
With every single fiber of her soul, she wanted to be
able to slip away and leave them to it, if only so she
could start the effort of purging this image from her
mind, as well as the one she had just seen of Jake finding
such joy in his niece and nephews.
She started to ease back into the house, but the door
squeaked as she tried to close it, and the two figures on
the porch jerked apart as if spring-loaded.
Her mother—usually so perfectly groomed—looked
as if her lipstick had been devoured, and her hair was
as tousled and disheveled as if she’d been standing in a
wind tunnel.
Tío Guillermo wasn’t much better. Most of her
mother’s lipstick appeared to be smeared on him, and