She was driving. And she was drunk. God, who does that? Who pulls shit like that? She had a daughter.” “Calm down, Lina. Just—” “Just what?” “Let’s just do this. For Sam. Her mother’s dead. It was an accident.” “Her whole life was an accident.” “So how long are you going to stay mad?” There was a pause, and I could picture my dad taking a drag from his cigarette. “You’ve been mad at her for how long?” “My whole fucking life.” “So you’re going to keep a grudge? She’s dead. Really? Let it go.”
