Clarissa was as surprised as I was to find out that Moretti had a son. He had always sworn he wouldn’t get married, let alone have a kid. He kept his secret very hidden all these years.
“Let’s go,” Clarissa urged.
“I need to call an Uber,” I replied. “My chauffeur still hasn’t answered me. It’s getting late; he should have been here by now. What did you have him do? Go to Bumble-fuck Egypt and back?” I scoffed.
“Stop being so…so… Stop being so you! Get the Uber and let’s go,” Clarissa ordered.
I had already ordered an Uber through the app, and much to my surprise, it arrived very quickly.
“Let’s go, Clarissa. The Uber is waiting outside.”
“Hold your horses,” Clarissa replied. “I just finished talking with Ralph; he’ll meet us at the hospital.”
“He answers you, but not me. He sounds more like your chauffeur than mine. Tell you what, why don’t you keep him, and I’ll find another driver? I’m sure I can manage without someone driving me around for a few days.”
“Let’s not get too hasty. Give the kid a break. He’s just trying to make a good impression,” Clarissa shot back.
I shrugged.
“Whatever. Let’s go.”
We headed out the door and got into the Uber. It was a nice SUV; it reminded me of my own. The Uber driver was quite nice. I’m sure he was fishing for a big tip. Fat chance. Money was tight these days.
“Hospital?” the Uber driver asked in a Spanish accent.
“Sí, hospital, Memorial Hospital. We need to get there fast,” I said.
The Uber driver gave a confused look through the rearview mirror.
“No spik inglich,” he said in broken English.
Oh, God.
“Rapido,” I said.
“Sí, sí. Rápido,” he answered.
He put the car in drive, and we took off. The maps on his dashboard said 15 minutes to Memorial Hospital.
“Wow. I’m impressed,” Clarissa said. “And here I thought I was the only one who spoke Spanish.”
“I’m sure something rubbed off on me from our time together. I mean, at least I remember ‘rápido.’ Isn’t that what you used to tell me in bed? To go faster or something.”
Clarissa punched me in the arm playfully.
“Stop, just stop. Your mind is always thinking about that.”
“Clarissa, please. Let’s not bring that up.”
“Fine.” She nodded.
“So what is this I hear, that you don’t have any money, Clarissa?”
Her lawyer fought tooth and nail to get the best settlement from me, even with the prenup in place. It didn’t make sense that she wouldn’t have twenty thousand dollars.
“I wasn’t about to admit that I had that kind of money to Moretti. Are you crazy? Then he would have demanded more. I should know. I worked for him for a few years,” Clarissa explained. She had a little frown on her expression. The kind that she used to get whenever she lied to me.
I didn’t buy that. The way she looked when she said that to Moretti was real. I had to dig some more. I needed to know what was really going on.
