Miguel
“When you married Ramona…” I knew exactly what Damien was going to say so I cut him off before he could finish up the sentence.
“Penelope is different from Ramona,” I said, “the way I feel about her is different.”
“You were so sure then back too.”
“I know what I'm doing, Damien,” I said to my best friend.
“I just don't want to see another woman get hurt,” he said to me which brought a frown to my face.
“Why do you care so much?” I asked, my arms folded across my chest, “do you like Penelope?”
He scoffed, “of course not.”
“Won't you invite me in?” he changed the subject quickly.
“No,” I said stubbornly, “you're not meant to be here anyway.”
“Hey, man! That's not fair.”
I walked to the front porch of my bungalow and opened the door, entering without inviting Damie
