ELENA: (folding napkin into a surgical square) There's nothing to talk about. She left. He stayed. End of story.
Elena freezes. Mateo stops laughing.
ELENA: (quiet) You went through my room. incestlove.info
SIMONE: I went through our room. The one you claimed was yours because you were "the mother now." You were fourteen, Elena. You were never the mother. You were just another abandoned kid with a key to the liquor cabinet. ELENA: (folding napkin into a surgical square) There's
MATEO: (forcing a laugh) So. We gonna talk about the elephant? Or the mother-shaped hole in the room? incestlove.info