For Kattar...
His girl mentioning that she wants to have a baby made him EXTREMELY uncomfortable:
I take a deep breath before I let my sigh escape, and try to keep the misery out of my voice as I mumble, almost inaudibly, âToday was the worst itâs ever been yet since she just decided out of the blue that she wanted to make a jab at me for the fact that Iâm still not married, at my age.â
If Kattar hadn't just swallowed, I think he would have choked.
His eyebrows jump uncomfortably high up onto the middle of his forehead, and his eyes round out like full moons for what feels like a microsecond before he glances away quickly, shifting in his seat with a sort of aggressive cough.
Like he thinks he can drown out my statement after itâs already fallen, for better or for worse from these lips.
His smile is less nonchalant than it could be as he shakes his head quickly and laughs, a red-faced, breathless sound, like I just asked him a ridiculous question, âA very large portion of the world waits until their 30s to get married, Lise...â
I wasnât even the one who started this ball rolling in the first place, but now, for some reason, I feel the need to argue Emeliaâs point, somehow more irritated by him now than I was by her.
âThat might be true of other people, but itâs not true of ours, Kat. Weâre Latinos. Even your mother was 28 when she had you. Mine was 18. In my relativesâ books, I should have been married with like 16 kids 6 years ago!â
âAheh,â he laughs again, this sound a little higher-pitched, like the first laugh didnât manage to dislodge our conversation. Acute discomfort shows in every feature of his face, rapidly deepening in color, and his eyebrows are still way up on his forehead as he glances around the room, opening his mouth like he wants to talk about anything else.
ââKayyyy. So about getting dinner...â