...Griffin, Reina said, her voice sounding hollow.
She began to sweat more profusely. It WAS a joke, right?No,
Glenn was a raging nymphomaniac, Mrs. Griffin said again. It
only makes sense that youd be at least slightly perverted.Reinas
eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, and her shoulders tensed
up. Mrs. Griffin sighed.Your
mom really didnt tell you about this? Mrs. Griffin asked again.Who
tells their daughter stuff like that?! Reina asked incredulously.
And whyd you have to bring it up today?!Mrs.
Griffin sighed again, putting the photo album back in Reinas
hands. You obviously dont remember your dad very well.I
remember him being normal, Reina countered, her voice breathy.Like
I said. Mrs. Griffin stood up. Im going to see if Joe is all
exited, leaving Reina alone with the photo album. Reina was
mortified. Nymphomania?! That meant her dad was more than a pervert!
And that meant that she wasReina
walked out the front door without so much as a word, sneaking back to
her own house.-i-Ma!
Reina called out. It was well past four-thirty; her mom would
definitely be home. She sat down on one of the sixties-esque couches
in her living room, looking around. Usually her mom was behind the
record player, or vacuuming, or something. It didnt look like that
was happening today.Ma?
Reina called again, standing up. She peered down the hallway. No one
there, either. Reina walked down the hall, to her moms room. The
door was closed. Re...