byJanet and me both got pregnant on the same day. I also killed somebody, but that came later.
None of this would have happened if me and my BFF Janet hadn’t gone into the bar that night. If we’d never met Lester or if I hadn’t slept with his cousin Fidel a day later. Imagine naming a kid Fidel. Especially in Miami.
Fidel and me had a complicated relationship. I’d have to unspool it in my own mind when I had a minute. Now, I was in a race against time. Against logic. Against Lester. I had to disappear before Lester caught up with my sorry self. Like I told Janet, all I could think of was this: Get ready. Get set. Get gone.
I had to figure out the most practical mode of transportation. Airplane: out of the question. Too scary, too expensive. Train: probably not. Limited destinations, too
