VICENTISM

I can hear Vicente pacing in the kitchen. Back and forth. Back and forth. I'm in bed, pretending to be asleep, but really I'm just counting his steps. It's 10:50 pm, and his dentist appointment is at 8 tomorrow morning. This is how it always goes. A week before any appointment, I remind him. Five days later, I remind him again. The morning of, I'll remind him one more time. Then I set my alarm for 5 am because Vicente needs exactly two and a half hours to prepare himself for