Last night JHR, Pablo, and I took a midnight walk among the docks and talked about the usual people.
Weekends at Jorge’s with JHR and Mike – we sit in the backyard grass neglecting the dogs, our homework, and each other.
The dock is calm enough for us to swim among the ships in the middle of the night in the cold, slimy, water. Afterwards we sit dripping in the living room watching A&E until Jorge’s mom yells at us. Marta is always more patient than she has to be…