| Aztec Legacy |

“You’re a freeloader!”

“What?!”

“You contribute nothing, you’re just a deadbeat leeching off your sister!”

Meztli’s head was spinning. One minute she was studying handiness in the living room, the next, Mortimer was in her face, insulting her. Her neuroticism kicked into high gear and she couldn’t keep her cool.

“What do you want from me?! I didn’t do anything, just leave me alone! Go away! Go away! You can’t take me away, just go away!”

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Coatlicue could not seem to lift herself out of mourning Artie’s death. She would seem fine, first talking to either one of her daughters about something completely unrelated, then suddenly burst into tears onto their shoulders. This went on for a few days. Chantico and Metzli grew worried, they could see their mother losing her rock solid strength.

One morning, Coatlicue woke up quietly and did her usual routine: toilet, shower, breakfast. After eating she stood by the computer desk where Artie’s final living moments were. “I’m ready,” she stated calmly. “I’ve established our roots and my work is done. My children are grown up and it’s time for them to move forward.”

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