He kisses Sondra on her cheeks. “Sondra…” “We always knew,” she says, “that we’d end up here, didn’t we?” No, we didn’t, Adán thinks. And if you did, it never stopped you from enjoying the houses, the clothing, the jewelry, the vacations. You knew where the money came from—it never stopped you from spending it. Lavishly. And, to my knowledge, you never turn down the package of cash that arrives at your house the first of every month. Nor the tuition payments for Salvador’s college, the medical bills, the credit card payments…
