Chapter 11

I drifted off to sleep for a while after we reached the Atlantic City Expressway and woke to the sound of samba music flowing from the car stereo??s speakers. The repetitive lyrics of the song, that kept mentioning various family members showing up (the brother, the mother, the father, the cousin), were familiar to me. I??d heard the song before, but I couldn??t recall where I??d heard it. I looked over at Jay, who was bopping along to the beat, and asked, ??Since when do you like samba music???

??I like all kinds of music.??

I laughed. ??No, you don??t. You like music from the 70s and 80s and that??s it.??

??I??m trying to expand my horizons.??

I stared at him. ??Who areyou???

??I??m whoever you want me to be, baby,?? he said with a smile.

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