Alejandro
Weirdly, I never associated Tami with any scent that belonged solely to her but in her absence, I noticed it. The lingering scent of Tami’s luxurious perfume still clung to the damn house, long after she was gone.
It didn’t matter that Mamma had already kicked her out and that her presence had been wiped from every room except for their daughter’s nursery- she was still here, like a ghost, a reminder of betrayal that settled in my gut like acid.
Oh yeah, mamma didn’t play. She did not want to hear any excuse for her ‘dirty actions’, no matter how much Tami sobbed and said it was a mistake and that it would never happen again. Mammina did not want to hear it. She held a stern finger up to Angelo’s face and said in her very stern and deep voice, "Sea lo que sea que esa rompeho
