It all starts with one little lie: "I wasn't even born on Sunday." Dominga Garcia says it without much thought as she drives Nico home from the martial arts studio on a hot summer day. Although separated by a generation, the two are also connected by the deep traditions of their Puerto Rican neighborhood in east Houston. It seems almost too obvious that they will become lovers. Dominga knew better than to tell that lie. Even the smallest fib can cause loads of trouble, a lesson she learned as a teenager. Still, Nico laughed when she said it, and Dominga wanted what she wanted, even if scheming was the only way to get it. So begins a whirlwind romance filled with passion and play, but everything is not as it seems. Dominga is soon reminded that one lie leads to another and another, and in the end, it's hard to keep all her stories straight. But a spider always remembers her own threads, and Dominga is sure she'll come out of her predicament with exactly what - and whom - she wants. What she isn't counting on is the fact the she isn't the only one lying.