Chapter 77

“It just happened,” he shrugged. “One day at Mireya’s hacienda. My computer wasn’t working right, it was giving me problems and he was there. He fixed it for me, and we started talking. He liked the same music as me, and we had a lot of similar tastes, movies... He was my soul mate.”

“Sofia,” I say, “Over the last ten years, you have met many men; they were in the house, they were driving you to school, or when you were out and about; they were in the house when you were there, often watching TV, having a few beers in the yard. They were in the house when you were around, many times watching TV, and having a few beers on the patio. Did any of them watch the same movies as you? Have you heard any of them sing the same songs as you? Have you seen any of them read?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he replied. “You’re trying to confuse me! Mireya warned me that you would try!”

“Sofia, focus,” I tell her calmly. “We are talking about you, not about me, not about the situa