Karen Regen-Tuero

For Carmen’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 lilac—Isabelle’s colors—plus two big Mylars by the dining room table that said ā€œWorld’s Best Granddaughter!ā€ and ā€œHappy 15th Birthday!ā€ Rosa wanted … Continue reading “For Carmen’s Sake”