GeorgieTwo months had passed since I had last seen Rocco. When Zo, came home from her honeymoon, “he” was the first thing she asked me about.
“So, how’s mister lover boy.”
“Still a boy.”
“He seemed all man when he was taking you home after the wedding.”
“How do you know he took me home?”
“Chile, please. I have spies everywhere. Spill it! How was he?”
“I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Try the beginning.”
I told her everything that happened, including how I left suddenly.
“You what? What the f**k Georgie?”
“I know. I just… he’s just so young Zo.”
“Yea, and? What’s the problem?”
“That is the problem.”
“I’m not seeing it. What’s a couple years.”
“It’s not a couple, it’s eight. Eight is damn near ten. It’s like ten years.”
“You are so dramatic,” she rolled her eyes at me. “I a
