“What is she thinking?” I spat out. “She’s roaming the country doing God knows what. No protection, no bodyguard, no—”
“Oh, hush, you act as if Tasa’s an invalid instead of a smart young woman who can take on the world with one hand tied behind her back. She’ll be fine. And you best leave her alone,” she warned, poking at my chest with her bony finger.
I stared down at her, incredulous. Leave my sister to roam the country unprotected? Is she insane?
“Christ, Bunică, she’s a female. Alone.”
My eyes rolled up to the kitchen ceiling, seeking patience, as I took a seat on one of the stools scattered around the island in the kitchen of our family home. This was where Bunică practically lived so this was where family members came to talk to her. Was I the only rational one in this conversati
