Chapter 22

ALEJANDRO ALANA AND I HAD EATEN DINNER AND I’D SUGGESTED WE GO TO BED WITH the intention of fucking her senseless, but she had seen that some movie she loved was on TV and had pleaded with me to watch it. I’d agreed and had regretted it almost instantly. It was some God-awful, chick flick about college roommates who spent most of their lives getting wasted. I lay on the bed scrolling through my cell phone and she lay with her head at the other end, propped up on her elbows and laughing out loud every five minutes. I was hardly paying attention when I felt her hand on my thigh. ‘Are you not enjoying the movie,’ she asked me. ‘No. It’s fucking awful. I never did that whole college thing, going out and getting borracho every weekend.’ ‘Well, neither did I. But it’s just a film,’ she shrugged. ‘But, you went to college?’ I narrowed my eyes at her. ‘I did. But I never did any of that other stuff. I had to work on my father’s campaign almost every weekend.