I sit on the bathroom floor, wiping my eyes with toilet paper and doing my best...

I sit on the bathroom floor, wiping my eyes with toilet paper and doing my best to cover my nose.
A loud knock interrupts my crying fit. "Brittany, you in there?" Alex's voice comes through the door.
"No."
"Please come out."
"No."
"Then let me in."
"No."
"I want to teach you somethin' in Spanish."
"What?"
"
"
"What does it mean?" I ask, the tissue still on my face.
"I'll tell you if you let me in."
I turn the knob until it clicks.
Alex steps inside. "It means it's not a big deal." After locking the door behind him, he crouches beside me and takes me in his arms, pulling me close. Then he sniffs a few times. "Holy shit. Was Paco in here?"
I nod.
He smoothes my hair and mutters something in Spanish. "What did my mother say to you?"
I bury my face in his chest. "She was just being honest," I mumble into his shirt.
A loud knock at the door interrupts us.
"
"
"Who's that?"
"The bride."
"Let me in!" Elena commands.
Alex unlocks the door. A vision in white ruffles with dozens of dollar bills safety-pinned to the back of her dress squeezes her way into the bathroom, then shuts the door behind her.
"Okay, what's goin' on?" She, too, sniffs a bunch of times. "Was Paco in here?"
Alex and I nod.
"What the fuck does that guy eat that it comes out his other end smelling so rotten? Dammit," she says, wadding up tissue and putting it over her nose.