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ELENA: (folding napkin into a surgical square) There's nothing to talk about. She left. He stayed. End of story.

SIMONE: I went through our room. The one you claimed was yours because you were "the mother now." You were fourteen, Elena. You were never the mother. You were just another abandoned kid with a key to the liquor cabinet. incestlove.info

MATEO: (forcing a laugh) So. We gonna talk about the elephant? Or the mother-shaped hole in the room? ELENA: (folding napkin into a surgical square) There's

Elena freezes. Mateo stops laughing.