Chapter 6: George's Side
¿Cómo en el infierno esto sucedió! No, you will stay calm George. You got this. GOT THIS. You are George Edward Lopez. There is nothing you can't handle.
"George . . . "
"No hay nada malo con mi chico! Su loco pensando que él es! Él está bien!"
Oh . . . it's just Angie.
"For real, Angie?"
"I wish it wasn't so."
As the kids were getting ready in the car, Angie leads me away for a moment with the letter in hand. Telling them, we would be back soon.
"How long has this been going on?"
"I haven't had the time to call the school for a full of this." She stated, going over to a soda machine and getting some drinks for the road. "With Carmen back from Collage for the break and this new look of hers. I haven't had time with Max."
"And my boss's wanted me around the clock at the factory. I barely got to say hi to him or even bonded."
"Well, George, I think this is time. This is why you wanted to leave the city for a bit."
Oh, she's giving me that look.
"Right . . . "
"Umm . . . "
"This is another one your big fishing get a ways again, isn't."
"It was." Holding the shocking letter in front of her. "Until I found out, Max, my boy, our only son, is going through something like this."
"I didn't know how to respond also. Don't think you're alone in this."
"I'm not, Angie."
She took a deep breath, drinks in arms, and started back to the car. "For the mean time, George, we work on getting this back together. Ok."
"Ok, Angie."
But fishing with son counts has bonding right.
Hmm.
Well, I think so.
Que la familia bonding Inicio!