Today I went into town to purchase
more Chupa Chups and perhaps to catch a few moments with
my Sneaky at the Gassery or whatever is the name of that
coffee shop.
But, Diary, while I was in the candy aisle, loading up my
basket with suckers, I caught sight of a young man across
the store. My heart stopped. Not because he was a
stunning creation, but because I thought I recognized
him. Could it be? Was it my brother Esteban??
It was like looking into a mirror, albeit a mirror in a
cheap brothel. He now had a moustache and a small,
pointed goatee, and wore a burgundy satin shirt open to
the waist, with tight snakeskin jeans in the same color.
A leather collar ringed his slender neck, studded with
silver spikes. He stroked his goatee absently as he
wandered up and down the aisles.
Oh Diary! What if this is Esteban come looking for me?
What does he want with me? I was so terrified that I ran
from the store screaming like a little girl, not noticing
until I was home again that I had stolen the entire
basket of Chupa Chups. |