I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter

On Saturday afternoon, Julia tells Amá that she’s going to the library to study—but secretly heads for Angie’s house instead. She’s called Angie several times, but her sister’s best friend won’t return her calls. Julia hopes that Angie can tell her something about Olga that she doesn’t know. As she walks down the street, she laments the chilly weather—Julia hates the bitter Chicago winters and the depression they bring. She also thinks about Angie, who is, like Olga was, the perfect Mexican daughter.

At Angie’s house, Julia is welcomed inside by Angie’s mother, Doña Ramona, who is cooking some spicy food. Julia’s mouth and eyes water at the smell. Julia sits down in the tackily-decorated living room and waits for Angie—who emerges from her room after several minutes dressed in a ratty bathrobe and looking as if she’s been crying. Angie apologizes for her appearance, but Julia lies and tells Angie she looks “as pretty as always.” Julia asks if they can go into Angie’s room so that they can talk in private. Angie agrees, and leads her down the hall.

Julia sits down on the bed in Angie’s room, the walls of which are covered with photos of her and Olga. Julia immediately begins peppering Angie with questions about Olga—whether Olga was texting Angie when she was hit by the bus, and what her connection to The Continental might be. Angie insists she doesn’t know what Julia’s talking about, and when Julia brings up all the lingerie she found in Olga’s room, Angie accuses Julia of trying to “caus[e] trouble” for everyone. Angie tells Julia that she never cared about her sister’s life while she was alive, and is only trying to dredge things about her “love life” up now that she’s dead.

Julia is intrigued by Angie’s voluntary admission that something was up with Olga’s love life, and asks her to say more about it—but Angie becomes upset, and tells Julia she needs to leave. Julia tells Angie that though Angie lost her best friend, Julia lost her sister—and her life “fucking sucks” because of it. Julia storms out of the room, and though Doña Ramona offers that she can stay and have some food, she ducks her tear-stained face and heads for the front door.