Maya practices setting healthy boundaries.

Enjoy..

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"You were right," Greg said after chewing his mouthful. "Rufino's is better than Mama Corlina's."

Maya nodded in a way that said, "Told you so," as she took her own forkful. It wasn't a fancy place. A slightly sticky clear plastic sheet covered the red and white checkered table cloth. There were paper napkins in a cracked metal dispenser. Bread was served on a flimsy plastic tray and the slow moving ceiling fan cast weird shadows across the room. Greg had loudly hummed the Godfather theme song as soon as they sat down, which made Maya laugh even as she looked over her...