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            That didn’t sound like the Alejandro I knew. He was a kind of man who always planned everything to the nth degree. He had schedules, lists, planners, calendars. Alejandro not only worried about tomorrow, but the next year as well.

            Alejandro led me into his bedroom and motioned me to get into his bed. He hung back, maybe out of deference to me, with obvious unease. I took a deep breath, and I crawled beneath the covers and turned so I’d face away from him when he got in.

            The bed dipped behind me, and I felt his warmth as soon as he slid beneath the covers. Alejandro moved about for a few seconds and then the next thing I knew, I can feel his breath against my back.

            Alejandro wrapped one a