Quotes from Anna Jeffrey

But Marisa already knew the answer and it was too late for recrimination. The chance of even a rational discussion of the problem was forever shut out of Mama's brain. A brutal bastard was steadily sucking the intelligence and the very life from the mother who had once been witty, wise and loving. The scourge had a name Marisa had come to equate with hell: Alzheimer's Disease.

How the hell would she support herself and her mother if Agua Dulce's new owner built one of those mega service stations right next door? Or worse yet, right on top of them.