When I finished, Teddy stared at me, the drinks untouched in front of him. Before he spoke, he downed the vodka. Then he picked up a beer and swallowed three-quarters of the glass in one gulp.
“Congratulations,” he finally said. “You’ve always wanted to be the star of your very own Lifetime Original Movie.”
“Gee, thanks, Téodoro.” He winced at my use of his full name. “I’m so glad I came to see you instead of a therapist.”
A plate of French fries appeared on the table, although I didn’t remember either of us ordering it. My stomach growled, reminding me that most people ate at regular intervals. Now that I’d unburdened my soul, the aroma tantalized me. I ordered a bacon cheeseburger with the works, which I never let myself eat, and Teddy asked for the same. There were times to worry abo
