Chapter 8

“I might.”

“Oh.”

“But only because men are jerks.”

I chuckled. “All of them?”

He shrugged. We were a lot alike. “Maybe it’s unfair of me to say that. Stereotypes…our culture has them, and you thought I was going to behave like one.”

I didn’t answer, but he was right.

“All I want is for you to be with someone who makes you happy, and to be a part of your life with him when you do. Share what you wish. Keep private what seems right.”

“Aww. Really?”

“Of course.” He stood. “Maybe Paco. He’s a good guy.”

I smiled.

“Your mother feels the same way. Now get a job or come work here. I’m tired of feeding you.”