Chapter 6

Due to my impending promotion to "Dad," I had spent the entire day with my loved ones. My sister Cordelia was only 7 when I first met Myrtle, and I took her on a stroll with me to the park. During our stay, a flood of pleasant recollections swept over me.

They seemed to understand when I explained what happened with Myrtle and Juan. Mother, too, was ecstatic. She had always cherished Juan and was thrilled he had found happiness with her son.

Time flew by, and I couldn't wait to go on the date with my pals. I'd spent the whole time yesterday trying to convince Juan to tell me where we'd be heading, but the fucker wouldn't budge. My time here was spent waiting with anxious anticipation. He simply winked at me and ordered me to dress up. I felt weak in the knees around this guy.

At five o'clock, I jumped in the shower without letting Myrtle and Juan wait. I cleaned my teeth and shaved my almost nonexistent beard.

After a quick rinse, I used my mother's hair dryer to se