Do You Know What's Wrong With Your Olive Dip?

I don't even want to look at Abuela. I'm terrified that the hatred, the pure fury boiling inside me will be too obvious. The next morning, I go to the grocery store and get more ingredients. My mother finds me after I've put everything away and am reorganizing cans in the pantry. She's been at her friend Sophia's house having her makeup done. They can't decide what looks best with the dress, so she's come home with different colored eyelids every Thursday for the last month. Today, they're a silvery blue.