HOW SARAH BROKE UP
WITH ME
Good evening, sir.”
“Good evening.”
“I’m here to pick up Sarah, sir. For our prom?”
“And you are her date?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ve never been to a prom even in high school.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, sir.”
“Why are you sorry? Is that your car?”
“My brother’s car, sir.”
“It’s a Toyota Corolla. From ten years ago. That’s a cheap car.”
“I guess so, sir. We are not rich, sir.”
“Pastilan! Well, that’s too bad. And you are driving the car?”
“Yes, sir. I mean, no sir. My brother is, sir. He wouldn’t even let me touch the car, sir. Ha ha ha.”
“Why? You don’t know how to drive?”
“I’m trying to learn… sir?”
“And at your age? How old are you?”
“Sixteen, sir. Just like your daughter, sir.”
“My daughter… oh, yes.”
“Umm, is she ready, sir?”
“ARE YOU READY, SARAH
