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It’s everyone’s mothers. Well, not my mother. If you are of a certain class you go to Catholic school, not to secular, public schools. Eighteen years of schools with nuns. And, now my friends are sending their kids to these schools.” Generations of children, aim mothers, and grandmothers. Virgencitas, little virgins. So accepting, so uncritical. “They act like martyrs even in their own homes. They’re not my role models.” “Those aim mothers.” Odette returns to the journalist’s email. “He’s warning about spoken madres.” Utterances that pierce the air like hot oil left on the stove to splatter aim and scar. So powerful that even if only implied, hardly mentioned at all, these expressions can incite a man to harm, even to kill. Or bond forever with his cuates. Forever. The evening, the hour, a couple of minutes. “You have to respond with a grosería, slang, ill-mannered and rude.
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