Dinner that night was awkward. Adela and Leroy picked up on the tension between their parents. It was a heavy weight hanging over everyone. No one dared say a word. The only sound was the silverware scraping the plates. She felt her brother kick her under the table, and she glared at him.
Do you know what is going on? His eyes seemed to be asking.
"Later," she mouthed.
She didn't know what was going on, but discussing it with her brother might give her some ideas. Adela was looking at her curiously. She wondered if Lucia had anything to do with the shift in dynamics between their parents. She would be there when Leroy did the questioning. She turned her head to her father, who was looking at her. There was sorrow in his eyes. What was he thinking about? What was going on? She looked at her mother, who was watching her husband. There was an unmistakable hardness in her eyes.