MY MOTHER-IN-LAW’S LAUGHTER UNCOVERED A SECRET I NEVER SAW COMING
The first time it happened, it was so small it barely registered. My mother-in-law, Delphina, was doubled over in laughter, shaking her head at her friend Rosabel’s “ridiculous” confession: she didn’t know what paprika was made of. I smiled politely, spoon in hand, stirring the pot of chicken stew I’d been tasked with watching. The …