Nancy is going to kill me when she finds out everything that has happened since she went on that "exotic" trip with her lover, the German guy with the funny mustache, as Asher calls him.
We haven't called each other once — as usual when she goes out with her flings after the equestrian seasons and swears that this time he's the one, but we both know how it will end — so I take advantage of her returning to the city tomorrow to write her a text message that I'm sure she'll see when she's already at the airport, so she'll be mentally prepared. To my surprise, she does respond to the message, and not only that, she calls me, and she sounds quite angry, I would say.
"What did you do? What thing?"
"Hello, Nancy. How was your trip? Everything okay with Bartolomé? Or was it César? I don't reme
