Chapter 13: Carlos
Outside the parish house of St. Christina’s, I debate with myself about going home. The evening is young, and I could do what Father Julio exhorted me to do—go out and get laid. I snicker at the thought. It’s been so long since I’ve had a casual hookup, I don’t even know how I’d respond. I don’t recall how one engages in the flirting and casual banter that might lead to a pickup in a bar. Such scenes seem buried securely in my past.
Yet there’s a tingling inside, something I vaguely remember as want, maybe even lust. It’s unspecified right now, only hormones, but it’s there. I wonder if it ever really goes away…
I head down the street toward the ‘L’ station. Home is just a few stops away on the Brown Line, in Ravenswood Manor, a little neighborhood that seems almost p
