Imelda's fingers shook with so much emotion, love, hate, confusion, and above all else, a desire to smack someone in the face with her shoe.
"I guess, that can wait." She muttered clutching a hand around an imaginary shoe.
Imelda brought the guitar in and set it on her work station before going to the nearest armchair and crashing.
"Oh lord almighty help me." She said hand on her forehead.
"Well we don't know about the lord himself, but we're here!" Said the voice of one of the twins popping out from nowhere.
"And we're going to help!" The other one said.
Imelda shook her head as Felipe and Oscar took a seat on the couch across from her. Imelda was good at keeping secrets, her best one was that she could sooner tell diamond from cubic zirconium then Felipe from Oscar.
"I'm not in the mood boys." She said eyes closed.
"Too bad, you need help." They said in a chipper tone.
"It's Hector who needs help." Imelda said dropping the letter on the ottoman.
"Oh boy, what did he, oh my," He said handing it to his twin.
"Geez, he must be serious if he's done making stupid decisions." The other joked adjusting his glasses.
"Not helping." Imelda said.
"I know, so we'll help you the right way, starting with a bit of good cop, bad cop on Hector, Felipe will be good cop, i will be bad cop." Oscar said gesturing to himself.
"Okay, well let us start," Imelda said with a smirk. "He's selfish."
"Imelda we're going off of truths, i'm good cop, when has he been selfish?" Felipe said.
"He left us all to be a singer." Imelda said cocking an eyebrow.
"To provide for us, you know this shoemaking business barely took off, and he wanted to bring music to the world." Felipe emphasized.
"Okay, fine fine, but he's an idiot," Imelda said which Oscar wrote down. "A drunkard, makes poor choices, almost got Miguel killed, got himself killed, he embarrassed the family name by assaulting an at the time unnamed waiter, and he's just plain insane.
"Imelda," Felipe said pulling up a hand to begin naming things off. "Everyone can be an idiot, he's only been a drunkard since the land of the dead, he wants to give you the choice for him, Miguel put him into that pit if you don't recall, he was the victim of 1st degree murder, and he was drunk and scared when he attacked Ernesto, and you have to admit, you would do the same to that son of an alebrije."
"Ugh! Aren't you supposed to be helping me?" She said turning to Oscar.
"Yes, so far what we have undisputed is . . . He's insane," Oscar said before smiling. "But perhaps he's just un poco-"
"If you say one more word, you will wake up with each of your bones all locked up in different areas, all 206," Imelda warned. "And this is no joke, the dinner was a disaster, i-i made up my mind."
"You said that nearly a century ago," Felipe said. "Before you knew the truth, and thus history has repeated itself.
"THEN PERHAPS I SHOULD LEARN FROM MY PAST AND NOT GO BACK!" She snapped.
Felipe looked to Oscar who simply shrugged.
"We're just here to help, because if you truly made up your mind, you would have smashed that in a second's notice." Felipe reminded jabbing his thumb to the guitar
Imelda kept her hands on her lap extremely distraught. She got up only for Rosita to rush down past her, causing her to spin.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Imelda reprimanded only for Victoria to do the same.
"What's going-OOF!" She said as Julio stumbled into him.
"Julio?! What is going on?" Imelda demanded.
"It's happened! She's here!" Julio said with a big smile on his face.
"Who?" Imelda asked confused once more.
"Coco!" Julio said running outside to get to the nearest bus.