Do I feel remorse? Yes, if I could play it over I’d do it differently. That much is true, and yet, I won’t call and say I’m sorry because I’ve made that mistake before. It doesn’t matter who I’m talking about or what the specific situation was, it’s a repetitive scenario; it’s happened before, it will happen again. Tomorrow is her birthday, we’ll all act normal.
A man enters a restaurant with his pregnant wife and 2-year-old daughter. It is an Argentinean restaurant; he is Argentinean himself. He orders a For-4-BBQ tray. The waiter warns him they are exceptionally large portions but the man’s mind is unchanged. The order is brought and he proceeds to calmly eat it almost completely. Twenty-five years later his daughter tells me this story and laughs through it. This woman’s name is Mariel.