“I don’t know what you were thinking, getting involved with that boy,” Maria groused as she stirred the pot on the stove. “He’s no good, Mia. He’s trouble. You’re a good girl and you shouldn’t be anywhere near him. Do you know what the ladies in my knitting group have been saying about you? Do you? Huh? No, of course, you don’t because you don’t care. You don’t care about me being able to hold my head up high with my friends. You only think of yourself—”

     “Enough, Ma,” Mia growled. She had been getting the same refrain over and over again since the moment she walked in the door....