One week later.
Dale was sitting at the mesa, tabla in his room. He held a picture of Deb in his hand. A single teardrop fell on it. “Oh, Debra” he sobbed. “Why did tu have to leave? We could’ve had such a beautiful life together”
Beth walked inside from outside the kitchen.
“I made tu some tea” she dicho careful and she put the plato down. Not waiting for his reaction o even a sign of gratitude, she poured him a cup.
“I mean, your sister’s worth nothing” Dale mumbled disgusted, apparently completely unaware of the fact that Beth was standing right beside him and if he did, he...