The mother and her son sat in silence, the icy blast of reality dampening their previous arrogance. With a little smile on his lips, Jose reclined on his chair. Jose thought about how ironic it was that, if only momentarily, he had given up both in an attempt to protect his silence.
But he waved off any concerns with speed. After all, they had initiated it! He had just finished it, boldly and imaginatively. Even so, Jose sighed as he realized he hadn’t had the leisurely trip home he had planned for. As the bus arrived, he gathered his belongings. It was useless to think about it just now. What’s done is the done.