CHAPTER 40

We went out of the house together to let Brent in. When the man got down from his motorcycle, his eyes focused on Amir's hand that was on my waist. "Come on, go inside." I told Brent, and I could feel him feeling a little awkward. "How are you and Michelle doing?" I asked him as we walked towards the house. "It's okay," he sparingly answered my question. "That's good," I said. When we entered the house, Brent and I could not give us privacy because Amir was always watching over us. It's like we're in an ancient time where the abuela watches over her grandson while talking to her lover. Several times I signaled Amir to leave Brent and I alone so that we could talk properly. I would like to make it clear to the man that there is no reason for him to come to my house right away. "When have you been together?" Brent asked about Amir and me even though Amir could hear him. "It's just a matter of time, but he's someone worth waiting for, you know that," I said to him and Am