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Hey, Senor Castillo...
Feb. 21st, 2007 12:56 amMy name's Ray. Vecchio. Not the other Ray. I mean, I am the other Ray since Ynez knew Kowalski first but uh...you know where I can find your daughter?
Great first impression. Really spot on. He sighs and scribbles it out.
So...heard from your daughter recently?
Nah, that won't work.
...Good evening, sir, I was just wondering if Ynez left a forwarding address when she uh...left...town...
Aw, jeez.
Ray tears out the sheet of paper, screws it into a ball and makes the trash can first time. Always been great at basketball. Too bad those talents didn't stretch as far as holding onto women.
He knows she's in Mexico. He knows she made it to Mexico City. He knows she doesn't want to see him. It's just not enough to stop him. Seeing Ynez is the only way he can try to make things better. He has no clear plan on what he'll do - or say, for that matter - once he gets there, wherever she is, but he's not going to leave it like this.
Even if calling her father, a man he's never met (and truth be told, a man who scares him more than words can express) is the only way he can find her, then there's no question that he'll do it.
So his new plan. Go with the flow. Roll with the punches. Feel him out but tread oh-so-freaking-carefully.
So basically the only plan that's going to work, that's going to actually force him to pick up that phone, is...to have no plan at all. A man doesn't jump off a cliff with no parachute, expecting to fly. He hopes to fly. So Ray's jumping. And hoping he'll find his answer.
He shoves the note book away, takes a breath and picks up the phone. When he'd found her address in LA, so he could send flowers, he'd kept her number just in case. He'd never really expected that he'd need it. Or use it. Had thought all he'd have to do is call her anywhere and she'd answer.
Tried that. Got the sore throat from the dozens of messages he left. Failed.
Asking her father for help will be a blow to his pride, yeah. Like admitting he's not good enough to find her. But he's desperate, still desperate. His pride will have to take a run and jump. Off the cliff. Without a parachute. And hope to fly.
He dials quickly and pulls the phone to his ear.
Great first impression. Really spot on. He sighs and scribbles it out.
So...heard from your daughter recently?
Nah, that won't work.
...Good evening, sir, I was just wondering if Ynez left a forwarding address when she uh...left...town...
Aw, jeez.
Ray tears out the sheet of paper, screws it into a ball and makes the trash can first time. Always been great at basketball. Too bad those talents didn't stretch as far as holding onto women.
He knows she's in Mexico. He knows she made it to Mexico City. He knows she doesn't want to see him. It's just not enough to stop him. Seeing Ynez is the only way he can try to make things better. He has no clear plan on what he'll do - or say, for that matter - once he gets there, wherever she is, but he's not going to leave it like this.
Even if calling her father, a man he's never met (and truth be told, a man who scares him more than words can express) is the only way he can find her, then there's no question that he'll do it.
So his new plan. Go with the flow. Roll with the punches. Feel him out but tread oh-so-freaking-carefully.
So basically the only plan that's going to work, that's going to actually force him to pick up that phone, is...to have no plan at all. A man doesn't jump off a cliff with no parachute, expecting to fly. He hopes to fly. So Ray's jumping. And hoping he'll find his answer.
He shoves the note book away, takes a breath and picks up the phone. When he'd found her address in LA, so he could send flowers, he'd kept her number just in case. He'd never really expected that he'd need it. Or use it. Had thought all he'd have to do is call her anywhere and she'd answer.
Tried that. Got the sore throat from the dozens of messages he left. Failed.
Asking her father for help will be a blow to his pride, yeah. Like admitting he's not good enough to find her. But he's desperate, still desperate. His pride will have to take a run and jump. Off the cliff. Without a parachute. And hope to fly.
He dials quickly and pulls the phone to his ear.
