A Matter Of Matricide
The title says it all.
Juan walked into the kitchen and a big smile came over his face when he saw his Aunt Selma from upstate.
"Hola, Aunt Selma!" He said running over and hugging her. She was his favorite Aunt.
"Hola and how is my little hombre!?"
"Fine. I made the cheerleader team this year!"
Juan swung around like a ballerina dancer.
"That is wonderful", Aunt Selma said. "An...