Chapter 8

ALEJANDRO IT WAS JUST BEFORE EIGHT PM WHEN I ARRIVED HOME - JUST IN TIME FOR dinner. I made my way to the dining room and wondered if I was going to regret my decision to eat dinner with my new wife, and whether I would regret even more allowing her to choose the meal. I imagined some pretentious dish sitting on my plate when I got into the room. Oh, fuck, what if she was a vegan? I had no clue if she was into that. It seemed a new fashionable lifestyle choice. Not that I had anything against vegans, but I was a carnivore and a meal wasn’t a meal in my opinion, unless it contained meat. I walked into the dining room and Alana was already seated. She looked different. Her cheeks were glowing and I realized it was because she was smiling. She wasn’t smiling at me, she hadn’t even noticed me walk into the room. She was just sitting there – smiling to herself. Maybe her lunch had gone well? Maybe she’d indulged in too many af