I wasn't sure how to answer or what to say, fearful of being on the receiving end of her wrath once again. I decided to just keep walking on eggshells...around her.Placing a couple of pills in my hand she told me to take them, handing me a glass of water. I recognized them from last night. One muscle relaxer and one Valium. Once I took these I knew I would be in no position to fight her and thus escape would be very difficult. I hesitated for an instant. Sneaking a glance at her, she only had to. But I managed to nod politely which he totally ignore,"Why have you changed the fucking locks?" he demanded,"Because I fucking well wanted to" Mum said smiling at him sweetly and if you keep on swearing at me like that, I'll call the police to get you removed,"I'm not going anywhere until I get my money" Dad" I began but he looked at me like I was dirt,"Don't fucking call me dad" he said with a sneer, "She went with any fucker who smiled at her"I bent down close to him and smelt the booze on. ¹ You make me feel like spouting poetry and sonnets. I feel capricious and lighthearted. These are feelings I never expected to use in describing myself. With you by my side, I can ignore the scornful eyes of the rest of the world."He drew back then lifted her up and spun her about him, laughing. She found his joy contagious and soon found she could not help but laugh along with him. After a moment, he lowered her to the ground and rested his forehead upon hers."How is it, my love, that you. If I had thought for one moment that it would end up with me having sex with him, I would have been overcome with shyness. But this was a boy I had known all my life: the grandson of one of Tatay's older brothers. It seemed quite natural to be talking about what had happened to us over the past year. We're about the same age, you see, and have both just started work.Perhaps I was naive. But when Ramon suggested that we go outside and sit on the wall to talk - where it was cooler and quieter -.