Saturday night, instead of touring the city bars, I took Sophie back to my Queens apartment where we could converse in private. I did my best to ease her through what I already knew was true.
I asked her how old she was and when she said she was 20, I stunned her by telling her that her birthday was August 13th 1984.
"How did you know that? Have you been digging in my past?" she said upset with me.
"Nope, but I've dated your twin sister, Madison Cirillo," I replied, then watched as she tried to accept what she was hearing.
She kept saying that she had no sister, but little by little she began to realize that her mother hadn't really shared the entire truth with her, only that her real father was this man named Domenic Cirillo.
I told her that her father wasn't in New York City at the moment, but would arrive sometime on Sunday and I was to stay with her until he was ready to meet with her.
There was a little fuss about where she would spend the night, especially after I explained why I wouldn't be sleeping with her. I knew damn well I didn't want her telling her father she slept with me Saturday night.
She finally acquiesced and agreed to stay at my place, but once again startled me by removing that little pink dress with absolutely nothing under it right in front of me. My ideas of her being a virgin were gone instantly. She crawled in bed as I watched and said goodnight. I grabbed a pillow and blanket out of the linen closet and retired to the guest bedroom for the night.