Chapter 9

My parents were happy for me. I think my papá might have been a little sad, too, however, that I’d be leaving Hernandez’s. I didn’t tell Paco about my job. I’d started avoiding him as much as possible, truthfully. I wanted to touch him every time I walked by, like I had that first day. I wanted to watch him smoke and talk to him about music and theater and other stuff, but I couldn’t. I guess I was one of those guys who couldn’t be friends with someone I found desirable. Months after our one night, I was still hung up on him.