Delfina picked up her phone and noted the incoming caller. Plunking herself down in one of the booths in the restaurant she felt grateful it was still before opening time. Stretching her legs out lengthwise on the bench, she sipped her coffee and then accepted the video call.
“Hey Carma.”
“Hey Delfina. How are you?”
“I’m good. How are things there?”
“Hectic as hell. Thankfully my brother was here to handle the bulk of the shitstorm which was brewing leading up to the funeral.”
“How’s your daughter?”
“She’s strong,” Carma said biting her lower lip. “I wish she didn’t have to be but the number of women coming out of the woodwork over the last little while, she’s been given no choice. There is a rumor he may have another child, and my daughter has a little sister out there.”
“Oh gosh,
