Chapter 27 The Two Men In My Life
- SANTOS
- I stared at the man who just had his arms on Rosy—the man who was thinking of making dinner while Rosy changed her clothes—and I was not even finding it funny.
- I had to put in an extra effort not to haul the man up and throw him out of the house. I held myself because I saw Rosy’s eyes pleading with me not to do anything rash.