August 2011.
Alfie was freaking out. It’s been hours since he had told Crisanto that he liked wearing dresses. It’s Saturday, the sun was out, the birds would be chirping if they were here and the streets were surprisingly empty. Maybe it’s because it’s eight o’clock in the morning, who knows. All Alfie cares about was the fact that Crisanto hasn’t called or texted since he walked out last night.
“You’re going to wear a hole through my carpet.” Daniel sighs as he stared at his son.
“Dad, I finally told him last night and he just walked out. He didn’t say a word, he just upped and left.” Alfie whines, he falls onto the couch, his legs falling onto his dad’s lap.
“Calm down, pookie. He’ll come around.”
“How do you know?” Alfie asks his dad. Daniel who had been scrolling through The Sun
