The streets smelled like mule poop. And imagine, there were no prizes. The girls try their best to romanticize their background, but upon sight of their parents, shake their heads and weep. Since their Babbo, much to their dismay, is a soda man instead of in the Mafia, they don't have enough money to go to the good schools and dress like the other good Catholic girls. Lina, the beauty and the rebel, learns to smoke dope with the black guys while Angel develops the art of sulking in quiet desperation.
Episodes evolve slyly from fanciful stories to tales of serious troubles.
The oddness of the sisters' upbringing bonds them like cement. They are so weighed down by exclusion that they have a difficult time making anything of their own lives. Of course, he's dead wrong. Tucson Weekly .