InsaneJournal

My wife
Something tells me I ought to call her. I'm too lazy though. I can only just hear her voice, the nagging me about the mundane issues of taking care of my son.

I don't suggest being a date for hire. If anything I'm only so close to getting thrown in jail. Playing escort is almost the same as playing whore. Almost.

I don't live with Jessica though. (thank god) No, she owns her own boutique. Selling mostly antique books and other odd items, I'm not really sure. She's somewhere near Long Beach with my daughter and they're happy, so far as I can tell. But I know she worries about me and my son. Abraham isn't her's and it's touching to know she cares about him.

He scares me that one. The white kid that speaks Spanish. Now I speak it myself, and I've gotten better at it over the years since Abuela can't speak a word of Enligsh and neither can Abraham but with the way Americans are I worry about how they'll take to my son.

Either way. I still need to call Jessica, she was talking about a local orchestra having a chair open for a violinist. Perhaps Viviane and I shall take a look yes?