Love in Chipilo-Drabbles Scomiche

25: Love

I entered the house with a bottle of wine in my hands. It was a normal dinner in the family but the wine was in offer.

Nel hugged me and my parents. The house already smelled like a fest but Mitch was nowhere to be seen in the kitchen.

"Where is Mitch?" My mom asked.

"Ohh, he is outside, in the garden with Pablo. Scott, please, can you go and get them? The diner is going to be cold."

"Yes, ma'am," I said with my Texan accent and walked to the garden, they were at the garden table set. Talking in whispers, side by side, writing things down in a notebook. I get closer

"There are just 200 seats, Mitch. What do we do?"

"I honestly don't think my aunt Cecille is coming from New York. She is still mad at my mom because of the last time."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I really don't want to see them, they are pretty homophobic, there's no way they want to come."

"But your mom asked you to invite her."

"It's our wedding, not hers. I want to invite the people that are going to be truly happy about our wedding. So," he said writing something else. "With these four chairs available, we can invite Joel and his wife and kids. And that's it. Look, is perfect."

Pablo looked at him with love.

"It is already perfect." He said.

My heart hurt and I walked back to knock on the door and call their attention. They both looked at me.

"Your mom is calling you both."

"Coming," Pablo said.

Mitch smiled at me and stood up collecting their things. Pablo helped with the crystal glasses with water and an empty plate dirtied with red hot sauce. They were eating Lays, probably, or as they were named in Mexico, Sabritas.

Pablo enters the house with the things, and Mitch enters after him, looking down. He obviously didn't feel comfortable with me now that things were finished between us.