Marybeth shuffled into the kitchen rubbing her eyes.
Iyisha was already sitting at the small wooden table while Abuela stood at the stove, flipping eggs in a worn iron pan.
The smell filled the house.
Marybeth froze.
A man appeared behind her, half dressed, fumbling with his shirt while trying to slip quietly toward the door.
He nodded awkwardly at the room.
"Uh… morning," he muttered.
Then he hurried outside before anyone could say anything else.
Marybeth stood there, stunned.
Abuela didn't even turn around.
"Buenos días," she said calmly.
Marybeth blinked.
Then Abuela added, still cooking, "Did you use a condom?"
Marybeth's head snapped toward Iyisha.
Iyisha lifted a brow.
"Abuela!" Marybeth blurted, her face turning bright red.
She dropped into a chair and covered her face with both hands.
Abuela finally glanced over her shoulder.
"You should have woken up earlier," she said in English, perfectly calm, "if you didn't want me asking that."
