Karen Regen-Tuero

For Carmenā€™s Sake

When the police came, Frank was out making a soda run. He had already added seating to the living room, hung streamers and launched a giant bagful of Party City balloons in white and lilacā€”Isabelleā€™s colorsā€”plus two big Mylars by the dining room table that said ā€œWorldā€™s Best Granddaughter!ā€ and ā€œHappy 15th Birthday!ā€ Rosa wanted … Continue reading “For Carmenā€™s Sake”