The thing is I have always kept secrets from Mami. Some silly, like recently when I spilled wax over the bathroom sink, and some much more damaging to my image and reputation. Mami doesn’t know that my cousin and I chugged a bottle of E&J whiskey at the tender age of 16. In midday, we roamed the streets of Lawrence, Massachusetts, stumbling and giggling, calling, “Charlie!” Who was Charlie? Some guy my cousin met who she wanted to connect with. Mami doesn’t know about Charlie either.
