Inevitable Doubts
I wake up the next morning, hoping to return the favor and maybe even have Gabriela screaming out my name.
Or not.
I roll over to find an empty spot in the bed where she once lay. I sit up and notice a light from under the bathroom door. That explains it. I sink back into the pillow. But w hen Gabriela emerges, my jaw drops. She’s not just been sneaking a quick pee, she’s dressed to the nines. Gone are the usual jeans and athletic shoes. In their place is a beautiful, form-fitting dress and heels even.
“Hey,” she says. “I’m going to mass. Want to come?”
“Um.” Where do I start?
“I’ve probably got something in the closet you can borrow, but you’re going to have to be quick in the shower.” She gently touches her finger to my arm and smiles. “You need a shower. You
