“Lies of the MotherorA Family Betrayed?” one of the customers at the table next to them asked.
“No. That sounds like the last season ofEl Corazón,” a man in the back corner booth said.
The rest of the diners chimed in with their favorite telenovelas and soap operas.
“I thought I got my sister killed,” Kellen said sadly. “And they let me believe it. That’s not right. That’s the opposite of right. That’s…left.”
“That’s pretty awful, even for someone as annoying as you,” Jasmine admitted.
With a sigh, Kellen hunched over his margarita and blew into his straw. It erupted over the lip of the glass and splattered everywhere.
“How did you get your straw back?” Riley asked, then realized hers was missing.
“You should confront her,” Jasmine said.
Kellen frowned. “Confront who?”
“Your mom.”
“Oh, her. She sucks.”
“Jas, I know you don’t like him, but getting him to blow up his life like this isn’t funny,” Riley warned.
“No, it’s not funny. Look at his face.” Jasmine reached across the table and grabbed his face in her hand.
“Owie,” he said through squished cheeks.
“He’s hurting,” Jasmine insisted.
“Because you’re smashing his face.”
“No, because his mom and his sister didn’t trust him with the truth. That’s fucked up. Isn’t it, Detective Stick Up His Ass?” Jasmine asked, releasing his face.
Kellen nodded. “You’re so mean and pretty. It’s confusing.”
“Want me to help you be mean to your mom?” she offered.
“You would do that?”
“Only if you eat your damn tacos so you don’t puke in Riley’s car.”
He immediately scooped up a taco and shoved most of it into his mouth. The rest landed on his shirt.
“Good boy,” Jasmine said.
“You’re scary when you use your powers for good,” Riley observed.
“Speaking of powers, I need you to dig into Lance’s peanut-sized brain and figure out a way to get him to stop torturing Kory and the rest of that school,” Jasmine said. “He’s got to be afraid of something.”
“There’s just one problem,” Riley began.
“Don’t give me any of your psychic ethics bullshit,” Jasmine warned.
Riley shook her head. “It’s not that. I kind of lost my powers.”
“You’re no longer psychic?” Jasmine shouted.
“They’re definitely talking aboutEl Corazón,” the lady at the register said.
