I stumble out into the parking lot, the rain a steady drizzle as it soaks my neck and shoulders. Zelia did make a mention earlier that Juan was convinced that this was going to let up for the picnic. But as the warm rain washes over my drunken body, I can’t help but stand and relish in the chance it won’t. Maybe I’ll even get a chance to talk Juan off of the ledge of marriage and buy myself some time. At least enough to properly straighten things out with Allie.

The mere thought ...