"Your mom says I'm a gift," I said, deadpan.
One afternoon, a freak thunderstorm rolled in. The power flickered, the AC died, and the basement turned into a sauna. Leo groaned. "Game over, man. I'm going to take a cold shower." My frnd hot mom
A minute later, Mrs. Delgado came down. She was holding two tall glasses of iced coffee, condensation dripping down the sides. She’d changed into a loose, light linen shirt and simple shorts. Her hair was down, still slightly damp from her own attempt to cool off. "Your mom says I'm a gift," I said, deadpan
Leo and I were in the basement, playing a video game where we blew up aliens. Upstairs, Mrs. Delgado was on a Zoom call for her landscape architecture job. Her voice drifted down, calm and professional. Leo groaned
"You're a good friend to him, you know," she said, looking at me directly. Not at my acne, not at my too-big t-shirt, but at me . "He's been happier this year. Quieter at home, but happier. That's because of you."
The Summer of Seeing Clearly
As she walked back upstairs, Leo rolled his eyes at me. "See? Total dictator."