“No one is stepping into my house today… because I already know exactly what you were planning to do to me.” I said it calmly, without raising my voice, sitting in front of a cup of coffee at a small restaurant in the plaza, while on my phone screen I watched my furious mother-in-law standing outside my gate. Just a minute earlier, Ofelia had been shouting from outside my country house on the outskirts of Atlixco: “Why is the gate locked?!” Then my husband called, irritated—as if the problem were…
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