We heard from Bianca, who confirmed what we already knew. Her dad was dead. Dad had told Alessandro that we were going to keep away from Bianca, and Alessandro had answered my behalf. Something that I wasn’t happy about and I didn’t agree to.I decided to call Dad here so we could talk like men. We could figure out a solution, and we would lay it on the line for him to agree to a way forward. One that didn’t involve stopping us from seeing Bianca.“Adolfo, where are your brothers?” Dad asked as I opened the door to the apartment. There was no How are you, a hug, or even a handshake. He was as cold as ice, and Rik stood firmly behind him. He was making it tough, but then I never expected it to be easy.“They’re in the living room. Waiting.”I moved out of the way so that he could enter. Even though he paid the rent and pretty much provided all the furnishing inside the apartment, he was being respectful as if he had no right to be there. That was one thing about Dad—he believed in res

The last few months had been crazy. Between her dad’s death and finding out she was pregnant—not just with one baby, but with three—she’d missed a lot of classes, and she decided she wanted to spend time just being a mom. It just made us love her even more. She discovered that she struggled so much in her final year because she didn’t have a passion for philosophy anymore, but she knew that one day she would find it again. She just couldn’t graduate when she was struggling to do her thesis.It seemed as if Paul passing away had changed many things in her family’s lives too. Not only was her Nan dating, but her Uncle Floyd also, for the first time in years.As for my brothers and me, well, we had to leave our apartment. Luckily, we managed to raise some funds by selling the furniture before our dad officially kicked us out, hiring some goons to come over and change the locks. As for Mom, well, she turned her back on us too. It was inevitable; whatever Dad said went, and there was no do

“I have some bad news.” Jenny stood in the front of the conference room, a room filled with tables, paper, files, and most of our office supplies, a serious frown marred her features. We rarely used the room for anything other than days like today, when Jenny, our student newspaper adviser, had news that we all needed to hear at the same time. Usually news we didn’t want to hear, and I squirmed in my seat, uneasy.I stared at her face, saw the worry lines at the corners of her gray eyes, mostly hidden behind a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and noted how flushed her face was. She’d either hit early menopause or she was worried. Her pencil-straight black hair, cut in a short bob just at her chin, gave her a severe look, but she wasn’t at all. Normally, she was quite playful, helpful, and kind. Today, however, she was worried, and it showed in everything she did, especially when she started to wring her hands together. I tapped my favorite pen, a bright orange, thick enamel pen my dad b

The polyamory idea was still on my mind a few hours later. I’d showered, changed into pajamas, and made myself a rather large chocolate daquiri to sip on as I stared at my computer, trying to find new ideas that didn’t involve me asking awkward questions. I wasn’t afraid to ask them, but if I could talk to people about a subject I knew fuck all about that would be great. My curiosity was piqued, however, and about an hour into useless research on improving newspaper subscription numbers I typed in the words: ‘polyamory’ and ‘stories’. I expected my search results would be full of pornography, but there were some really good articles that gave me some ideas. I wasn’t sure how the idea would go over at the paper. I’d have to run it by Jenny, of course, but she couldn’t dictate the subjects we chose. I was more worried about the other writers at the paper, what kind of grief I’d get from them. I heard the front door open, and the sound of keys being pulled out of the front door. I look

I never expected Monday would become my favorite day of the week. Friday, when my classes finished sure. Saturday when I could sleep in a little late, or go hang out before practice started, definitely. But a Monday? Nah, I never saw that shit coming. Even if I did see little Miss Tessa every single Monday morning in my communications class. She was a hot little piece and I wanted her, but all she ever seemed to think about was the school paper and her journalism career. She never went to parties, not any that I ever went to, anyway, and if the subject wasn’t about class or the paper, then she didn’t have time for it. I liked her though, even if she barely knew I existed, which was truly hard to imagine. I was Archie Bannister, one of the Bannister triplets, the oldest, and according to more than a few of the ladies on campus, the hottest. Even if we were all identical. I pulled out my notebook from my backpack and tried to get the attention of the tiny little brunette who had fille