Chapter 15
Mateo Mercado Sotomayor was dressed in a black short-sleeved shirt, black pants, and black shoes, his Roman collar stiff against his neck. It still shocked Jojo to see his cousin as a priest, after all this was his brother’s best friend and they weren’t exactly saints in school or after college.
“I guess no one else is coming,” Mateo said, checking his watch.
Jojo nodded. He didn’t want to linger, especially with Mateo of all people. “It’s good to know you are here now.”
“I know it’s been a long time. Not since—”
“Yes, has it been that long?” Jojo wanted to change the subject. He was still shocked to see his cousin here. “Still playing basketball?”
“Yeah, on Fridays, I still get together with the classmates, and shoot some hoops.”
“Still playing golf on Sundays?” Mateo asked.