Chapter Nineteen
Max
“Ma,” I sighed, “Let’s not fight about this. I just met him last night. It’s not like we have a serious relationship going on.”
“You can do better than him.” Mom stood and crossed the room to the door and opened it. “I want what’s best for—”
“Maybe I can’t do better Ma. Have you ever thought of that? Do you want me to grow old alone?” I mumbled, unable to believe my ears.
“You have me, and your family. You will never be alone, hijo.” Mom said, her eyes glued to the floor, then she quietly shut the door behind her.
“Damn it.” I muttered, then glanced at my watch. Almost three. I wanted to call Jude, go see a movie with him. But, the way my day was going, he was probably going to turn me down, or not even bother to answer my call.
“f**k this. I need a drink.”
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