Page 133 of Through My Window
“I’m sorry,” I interject, unable to help myself. “But I think we’re all curious to know with whom . . .”
Dani agrees.
“No one judges anyone. Let’s say the names.”
“Gregory,” Andrea says with a laugh.
Samy blushes.
“Marco.”
“What?” I say, surprised. “I didn’t expect that.”
Samy sighs in response. “Neither did I.”
Andrea narrows her eyes. “Is no one surprised by my revelation? Was it that obvious?”
“Yes,” we all say at the same time.
“Ouch,” Andrea pouts.
“You’re obvious, too, Raquel. Ares, who else?”
I stick out my tongue at her, and she sees me in the rearview mirror and gives me the finger. The fact that we found ourselves in such an embarrassing, vulnerable situation has created a nice atmosphere of trust between us.
Samy turns slightly toward the back seat.
“And you, Dani?”
Dani lowers her head and, with her dignity in tatters, whispers, “Apolo.”
“What?” Samy and Andrea’s screams make me grimace.
I touch my forehead. “No screaming. Hangover. Remember?”
Andrea stops at a red light.
“I didn’t expect that.”
“I know, I fucked someone younger than me,” Dani says, running her hand over her face. Andrea looks at her like she’s crazy.
“No, not because of that, but because I didn’t know you knew each other so well.”
Samy nods.
“Don’t tell me you’re feeling bad about your age, Daniela,” Samy says. The guilt on Dani’s face is obvious. “Apolo is much more mature than a lot of guys our age.”
I’m glad that Samy thinks like me.
“That’s what I told her,” I say. “She’s paranoid about it, and what people will say.”
Samy gives her a comforting smile and reaches out to squeeze Dani’s hand.
“Don’t give yourself a hard time, Daniela. Okay?”
Andrea crosses the main avenue.
“I’m sorry to interrupt the romance, but do you mind if I stop by the pharmacy? My head is killing me, I need something for the pain.”
