CHAPTER THIRTY - NINE - LATE FOR ABUELA'S DINNER INVITATION.

Mateo was pretty sure he broke a couple traffic laws and drove like someone that broke out of a psychiatric hospital as he drove over to Abuela's house. Soon, he was parking into Abuela's garage. He stepped out, bringing with him the bouquet of flower he had stopped to buy on his way. Lilies. Abuela loved the flower, and he was hoping to woo her over with them. He rang the bell when he got to the door. Abuela's live-in help answered the door. " Hola, Señor,"she greeted. " Hola," Mateo replied, walking pass her. He followed the sound of laughter and it lead him to the family room. Everyone's head turned to him the moment he entered the room. The room was filled with warmth and comfort, a cozy haven for the small gathering. Abuela sat in a soft armchair, her feet resting on a plush ottoman. She wore a knitted shawl draped over her shoulders, and her hands once gesticulating as she spoke now sat folded in her laps. Across from her, Rafael lounged on the couch, his legs