Words spoken by a young hispanic woman, who was on the phone, around noon, at the dining commons, at UCLA, while I was eating a tofu bowl from Panda Express one table over.
“I’m not sure if you were there that night
but I pulled her aside and I said
‘Mom, why don’t you just divorce him?’
Pero*, he’s an asshole, you know?
And I can’t have my little sister growing up
with someone who’ll constantly yell in her face.
It’s not fair to her.
It’ll damage her.”
*This was incorporated into the conversation as some sort of Spanglish. Apparently, it translates to “but.” Fascinating.