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Now. My mother didn’t totally, exactly, know me—the real me, the full, uncut Mathina. To protect her and shield myself, I had once or twice engaged in less-than-full disclosure. But I was thirty-four now, and this was about our thirty-fourth battle of misunderstanding and recrimination. Besides, salsa had helped me find out just who the full, uncut Mathina truly was. I wanted to be that Mathina everywhere, not just on the dance floor. I especially wanted to be her with my mother.
