Chapter 93

Jonathan appeared at the door with a desolate and more serene face than I saw in all the almost two years we knew each other. He asked me to come in, and even if I didn't want to, Gabby left. I couldn't blame her, if I had answered her questions about boyfriends I could have warned her about Jonathan and his enviable art of taking anyone into her conversation. Once again he succeeded in deceiving and disguising his intentions.

My father's always so shrewd and cool girlfriend made a point of reminding Jonathan that the difference in our ages was one of the reasons why my mother was in favor of distance. Jonathan, in turn, was complacent and empathetic, saying that he would not have gone to Washington without first having had a conversation that "according to his words, and not mine" clarified all his agreement with my family. While listening, Gabby limited herself to moving her eyebrow and nibbling her lip, inexpressive.

Jonathan bothered to make a self-depreciating speech to co