“Eh, it’s all fun and games until they swore up and down they were teaching me how to say ‘good morning’ in Tagalog and I ended up telling Mickey to ‘go eat shit.’” Even in the depths of my possibly bottomless self-pity, that gets a laugh out of me. Leo knocks his shoulder into mine, another reminder of how fast we’ve filled up the air between us. “Yeah, yeah, kumain ng tae.” “I would, but my mouth’s already full,” I say, tilting my head at the plate I’m eating from so sloppily that several curious birds have flitted their way over. Carefully, I ask, “Do you think it’s helped at all? I mean …
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