Even though Thursday night was slated to be the reunion movie night, starting at ten on the Shelby High football field, I told Manny I didn’t feel well and wanted to return to mother’s.
Without saying anything, he drove me back there.
When we got to the pool house door, I added, “You don’t have to stay here with me. Feel free to go to the movie.”
He gave me a puzzled look.
“Why would I want to?” He ran a hand through his curls and reached for me. I took a step back into the front room. “Wes, I’m sorry about the quince rehearsal. My aunts and cousins and even my f*****g mother treated you like s**t. I’m so sorry.”
“Look. It’s not your fault. I get that. But you know what? I’m not going to the quinceañera tomorrow night.” I looked out the window of the pool house at the shambles which h
