Eating breakfast.
Isabel
Where’s your Nino?
Junior
He’s taking a shower.
Isabel
Why? Where is he going?
Junior
I don’t know.
Isabel
How do you not know Junior?
Junior
You’re being weird.
Okay. I was officially acting sus.Thanks for pointing that out, Junior. I could imagine him now zoned out on some video game while I was here, dying of embarrassment.
Manny hadn’t said anything to me after the kiss. Not that he was supposed to. I just wasn’t sure what I would say when he did say something.
“Great, my own son is ashamed of me.” I groan into the phone.
“He’s not ashamed. And I doubt he even knows,” Maricela responds.
“Should I text Manny? Say it was the margaritas?”
I’m pacing my room while my phone sits on my bed. I can’t keep obsessively checking it.
“No. Own that shit!” she screams from the background before reappearing in the Facetime frame.
“Ugh. I am dating challenged.” I bewail.
“Well, good thing for you, I am a professional,” Maricela says while adding wax around her lips. She’s reminded me once already how I am interrupting her Saturday self-care routine.
“Are you going out tonight?”
“Yes, I told you, come with me!” She removes the wax strip, and I wince.
“Well, if you’re not going to go out with me, then you need to be the one to break the ice with Manny.”
“How do I even do that?”
“Use Junior. Say he left something at the house.”
“No. I don’t think that will work.”
“Fine. Suit yourself then. Cry in your room all night. As for me, my body needs some dick. Especially after my work week.”
Maricela was very open about her sex life. She once said she had to double her body count to make up for Vivien and I’s lack of bodies.
