“Listen, I have some things to get ready and some errands to run.”
“Sure. I don’t know how I feel about everything you’ve said, but I promise to think on it. There are still holes in this story.”
“There are,” he said. “Would you please have dinner with me on Friday? I’d like to fill in those gaps—start earning your trust back.”
“I don’t know, Hector. Don’t you think it’s better to let bygones be bygones?”
“No,” he said. “Not when you don’t have all the information. Just think about it. Here’s my card.”
I looked at the simple white card with his name, email, and phone number. The anger flooded back at the memory of that day when I had called him for an explanation, and his phone had been disconnected.
“I wouldn’t hold my breath,” I said.
“I’ll keep trying.”