Next morning I had to drag myself out of bed; if I had slept it wasn’t a refreshing sleep, rather an interlude between hours of tossing and turning. When I wasn’t thinking of what had happened with my mother, I was worrying about how Gerardo would be coping with his boss’s new project, whatever that was.
Deciding that I was going to ignore my mother and her issues at this stage, or at least until I had heard from my father, and that I would have to wait for Gerardo’s next call for his news,