“I wish you wouldn’t hang out with those street people,” She said of my conflagrations with George, Rosa, and the gang.
I didn’t tell her of Rosa coming over yesterday to watch television and to change her shirt. I and Rosa had a good time together. I do so dearly love her.
“They are my friends,” I replied.
“You are like a small child,” Carolyn said scolding me. “You never listen. They are going to steal you blind.”
I quickly got off of the phone after being berated for a good thirty minutes.
Yesterday found me once again eating at our local Mexican restaurant. I ate two burritos with a heaping serving of Spanish rice.
“Gracias,” I told my server as he started to walk away.
He smiled at my use of his native language.
I sat and ate as I missed my ex-wife. Rachel had her faults, but I still missed her deeply. I kept expecting her to walk in at any moment. She was like her parents and ate out every meal.