After Luis finished pouring her pent-up emotions into the receiver, there was no response. For a second, she thought her mother might be confused about who was calling. “Mommy, it’s me….” “Me who?” Catalina replied coolly. Mireya wondered if something was wrong. “Mom,” she said. “Is everything okay?” “The people of Cuba are doing very badly!” “Yes, I know, but…” “Listen here,” Catalina said. “I didn’t give birth to a daughter so she could go and cry in front of her adversary. And don’t go to the hairdresser anymore, because I saw you changed your hair. You went to Atlanta to play volleyball,
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