Lenny returns and takes his seat. For a moment, he looks out the window, then turns back. He clears his throat, smiles, and says, “You remember the first time we met?”
Returning his smile, I nod. (I have no clue how we met.)
“It was at the state fair. 1976, I think. You had this long hair halfway down your back, a thick beard, and a mustache. I was thinking, really, Monie! This guy? You’re dating a throwback from the ’60s? Wait ’til Padre sees him. He’ll lose his shit.”
My smile turns into a grin as I imagine the expression on Padre’s face the first time he saw me. Did Monie bring me home to meet Madre and Padre or was it out somewhere? I’m sure Padre had a few choice words with Monie like, “What are you thinking? You are not dating that beatnik, and that’s that!”
“I gave you a week to
