“Oh, please, Mami,” Penelope said. “You and I both know you didn’t pay ni un centavo for this house.” “Was I supposed to pay? What else am I supposed to give? You took my whole life.” “I didn’t take anything from you.” “Everything you have you took from me.” “Pop gave me things. Pop and Abuela Ramona.” Mirella smacked the stove with her open hand, and the pot of boiling water shifted on the burner. “I gave birth to you. I fed you. I washed your clothes. I took you to the Dominican Republic to see your grandmother. What did ‘Pop’ do, eh? Play you a few records and call you ‘Penny’? Por favor,
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