And, really, I was a little jealous. I was. I mean, Marcos gave Dad something that I couldn’t give him. And Dad was spending more time with him, and I missed having him all to myself, and I knew that it was really frickin’ selfish, and the other thing was that I didn’t really know Marcos all that well, and even though we got along, I wasn’t making any moves toward getting real close to him. I was a little jealous and I was a little suspicious.
