It was a lazy Saturday morning in my suburban kingdom. The air was buzzing with the sounds of lawnmowers, birds and ice cream trucks. I was nestled in the recliner, watching an obscure Knight Rider episode where KITT faces his arch-nemesis and evil counterpart KARR, when suddenly an impassioned argument in Spanish between a man and woman erupts in my kitchen.
“Desgraciada! Tabasco es mi hermano! Como pudieras!?” (You wretch! Tabasco is my brother! How could you!?) burned the bottled male voice.
Startled, I sprang up to investigate as the yelling got louder and louder.
“Cobarde! No te atreverias!” (coward! you wouldn’t dare!) came the defiant female response.
… but by the time I arrived in the kitchen –
it was too late: