Page 86 of That Last Summer


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Our wonderful conversation is interrupted when one of the rods moves.

“A bite!” I exclaim, standing up and gripping the rod tightly.

“Wait, wait!”

Alex grasps the rod from behind my back and together we pull in the fish. We look at it with pride for a couple seconds before returning it to the sea without even considering another possibility.

We hear the splash of the fish falling back into the water just as my dad comes running, alerted by my yell.

“Did you get one?”

“No,” I reply.

Alex backs my answer. “False alarm.”

We sit down again and as the yacht starts moving at high speed towards the port, I think that... perhaps if things between us were always as light as they had been today, everything would be fine for Alex and me from now on. Then I’ll return to Boston, to my life and...

“Thanks for leaving the light on,” Alex whispers, very softly; so softly one could almost think he doesn’t want to be heard.

...Yeah, that. Then I’ll return to Boston, to my life.

Okay, Priscila, let’s see...

You’ve improved at playing cards, yes. That much is true. But you and Jaime can’t take all the credit for the win.

Hugo and Adrián were glaring daggers at each other, only they know why.

Marcos’ head wasn’t in the game so Alex couldn’t focus, more concerned about him than the cards.

Your parents always pretend to play worse than they actually do.

Your in-laws always pretend to play worse than they actually do.

If I’m being honest, your only rivals were River and Catalina, who have an almost-perfect understanding, and you beat them by the skin of your teeth.

Pristy the Squirrel: In a card game.

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