I paced the floor nervously while Pops looked on from his comfy seat on the couch.
“When did you become a Nervous Nelly?” he asked as he popped the top on a can of Diet Coke.
“When did you start drinking diet soda?” I shot back and kept pacing.
“It’s all good. Stop worrying.”
“Yeah, I’ll stop worrying when this is done and I’m not in a federal prison.”
“Worrying isn’t good for your health. Also, it won’t change a damned thing.”
“Stop lecturing me. You lost that right when you abandoned me.”
“You left, girl. I never abandoned you.” He held a small bag of M&Ms up to his mouth and poured some in, chasing them with the cola.
“You knew I’d leave if you got in with those Galloway brothers. They were bad news.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I did,” I said. I kept pacing. We had planned everything carefully, but my nerves wouldn’t settle. I was used to being in control. There were too many people involved – too many moving parts for my comfort.
“You told them to speak only Spanish?”