Moon rolls us until I'm back on my side. He stands and crosses the room until he disappears into the closet. He comes out a minute later and turns on the bedside reading light. He places a large album on the bed. "Pick it up," he says softly. I'm in no mood to do anything he asks, but the look in his eyes lets me know I should pick up the album. Moon's knee hits the bed and he situates the pillows before joining me and sitting back against them. He reaches over and literally pulls me up so my back is against him and I'm wrapped in his arms.
He takes the album from me and flips through several pages until he comes to a full-page picture of three teenagers. One is Moon, another is Gomez, and the third a young woman. Her skin is lighter than Moon's, but her Mexican heritage is evident. What
