Across the street, the daycare center lights were on, which meant that Gregory was preparing for the first of his little charges to arrive at six-thirty. I didn’t usually get a glimpse of him until then. I thought briefly of our lunch “date” on Thursday.
Would I be able to penetrate that thick wall of his? It wasn’t only me who got the cold shoulder, either. I’d noticed that anyone who even showed mild interest in him was rebuffed. I’d never thought through why that would be, except that now, after seeing the possible warmth beneath that frigid exterior, I was definitely curious.
My pocket buzzed. I checked the cell phone to see that Mamá had sent me a text. She had always been an early riser.
Mamá: Mijo, you didn’t call me yesterday
Me: Lo siento.
Mamá: Something happened, didn’t it?
