More miracles. The next morning Oscar woke up and despite the tremendous tidings in his heart, despite the fact that he wanted to run over to Ybón's house and shackle himself to her bed, he didn't. He knew he had to cogerlo con take it easy, knew he had to rein in his lunatic heart or he would blow it. Whatever it was. Of course the n******g was entertaining mad fantasies inside his head. What do you expect? He was a not-so-fat fatboy who'd never kissed a girl, never even lain in bed with one, and now the world was waving a beautiful puta under his nose. Ybón, he was sure, was the Higher Power's last-ditch attempt to put him back on the proper path of Dominican male-itude. If he blew this, well, it was back to playing Villains and Vigilantes for him. This is it, he told himself. His chance to win. He decided to play the oldest card in the deck. The wait.