Gabriella
Once again… Okay.. Sure… Prove us wrong then
Dante
Anyone in particular I should prove wrong?
Gabriella
Nope. Just in general
Sarina
Oh boy, I’m sensing something here
Tomás
Gabriella
Dante
What am I missing?
Gabriella
BYE everyone
EPILOGUE
TOMÁS
ONE YEAR LATER
“Damn Tommy, you didn’t think to wash your hands before you came to dinner?” Gabriella jokes passing me the platter of chuletas. She glances at Sarina’s hands equally marred in paint like mine. “Oh, never mind. I see you two were busy.”
Great, now everyone around the table at my mom’s is staring at us.
Sarina grabs my hand, rubbing it. “You want to tell them, or should I?”
At this point Gabriella has abandoned her fork with both her elbows on the table and her mouth agape, waiting to be fed whatever scandalous story she thinks she’s about to be. Lorena is no better sitting next to her. Hell, Tino and Dante are just as bad. The four of them are all waiting with bated breath from across the table.
My mom takes advantage of sitting on my other side and nudges me with her elbow, whispering, “Am I about to be a grandma?”
I suck in my teeth, inhaling. “I’m sorry to disappoint you all but no, Gabriella, this,” I pause, lifting my paint stained hand “isn’t from some kinky shit like you think it is.”
Gabriella snaps her fingers. “Damn, I was wrong.” She turns to Dante who has a grin smeared on his face. “Yes, I know, I owe you ten dollars. Shut the fuck up.”
Want shrugs. “I didn’t say anything. And you don’t owe me anything.”
“A bet is a bet. I’ll pay up.”
“Seriously, you don’t have to.”
Gabriella rolls her eyes, irritated, as she stabs at her pork chop, not bothering to use the knife off to the side of her plate. “I don’t want to be indebted to you anymore than I already am,” she mumbles, mouth full of food.
Dante leans forward, looking past Tino and Lorena who are awkwardly sitting in-between them.
“I never said you were.”
