An Ambulance Took My Mother to the Hospital—When I Returned for Her Medical Folder, I Found My Mother-in-Law Moving Into Her Apartment
“How much luggage?”
That should have warned me.
“Enough to be convincing.”
“Can Beto come?”
Beto was her thirty-year-old nephew.
He had recently moved closer to Puebla looking for warehouse work.
“Fine.”
“I have onions.”