Chapter 5
Carmen wasn’t even dressed when I got to her apartment Sunday morning. She answered the door wearing a bathrobe and a shower cap.
“Please tell me you at least showered already,” I said.
“I did. I just need to figure out what to wear. I think all my good jeans are dirty.”
“Put on a skirt.”
“Why?”
“So you’ll look nice.”
“I can look nice in jeans and a T-shirt.”
“Carmen, come on. Even I’m wearing a button-down shirt and khakis. I resisted the urge to put on a T-shirt and a pair of cargo pants.”
“You just want to look good for Paul.”
Yes, seeing Paul again had made me put a little more effort into my appearance that morning. If I was just having brunch with my mother and/or Carmen, I certainly wouldn’t have worn anything that required ironing.
In spite of her complaining,
