Zayd had been annoyed when everyone crowded his room, eating from the two casserole dishes Marcia brought. They were situated in the middle of the bed, both containing different contents.

It was nothing special as Marcia said. She did something simple, and yet it tasted extraordinary. She made some tacos; the homemade tortillas were in one dish and the minced meat topped with shredded cheese was in the other. It seemed she made enough for everybody, and Dantae had taken a plate with ...