I’m scared.
Armando: Please come in. Take a seat. How are you?
Julia: Good. You?
Armando: Good, good. Thanks.
Julia: You sure?
Mariana: You seem a little…
Armando: A little what?
Mariana: Nothing.
Julia: Are you taking any medicine? *points to all the beer on the table*
Armando: No, everything’s fine.
Julia: Okay, then, let’s get to the point of why we’re here. We wanted to talk to you, if you allow us to. Erm. A few things have happened lately and we’ve started thinking that … well… *elbows Mariana*
Mariana: That there’s important things in life and there’s other things that aren’t really worth it, you know? Like having fights and um … well… that’s why we’re here.
Armando: Okay but what is this about? What does this mean?
Julia: Specifically, we’ve come to make you a proposition.
I have no words to express how terrified I am right now. My first thought? Threesome. My feelings on that possibility: NO!! NOOOOO!! The second thought is maybe joint custody of Julia. Like Mariana gets her Monday through Friday and Armando can have her on the weekends.
I just … I can’t … my brain…
Is anyone feeling optimistic? I could use some optimism.
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