He was such a wonderful person in so many ways.
Nurturing was in his personality.
"I can't see that it's wrong," remarked Jim, in his gruff tones.
I am not saying we live in a utopia.
"Second," Katie cut in, "His father's family has been in this country longer than yours."
Talk of a divinity in man!
With this thought in mind the girl took heart and leaned her head over the side of the buggy to see where the strange light was coming from.
As it came to a stop the conductor called out in a loud voice.
Alex had provided the money to remodel the home, but insisted that it stay in her name only.
In Scotland there once lived a poor shepherd whose name was James Hogg.
In fact, he had given her strict orders not to lift anything.
The shepherd soon lost sight of them in the darkness.
If he had been the only child in the family, things might have been different.
He put a spoon in her hand.
There was not an ugly person in all the throng.
The roof beside them had a great hole smashed through it, and pieces of glass were lying scattered in every direction.
She placed the dish in the rack and glanced at Katie.
Alex was doing everything in his power to provide her with all the experiences of a natural mother.
Even in the days before my teacher came, I used to feel along the square stiff boxwood hedges, and, guided by the sense of smell would find the first violets and lilies.
Reluctantly she pulled away, her pulse and respiration in a race.
We are all vegetable, in this country.
On the other hand, the dream was in her head, not his.
There, too, after a fit of temper, I went to find comfort and to hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass.
Stay in the house.
There was a breath of danger in the very air, and every few moments the earth would shake violently.
But the five phenomena I chose to tackle in this book are among the great blights on humanity that I believe the Internet and technology will help solve.
No more searching for frozen half-tires in the snow and stomping the water out of them.
Far below her she found six great glowing balls suspended in the air.
Two hundred years ago there lived in Boston a little boy whose name was Benjamin Franklin.
And so, if she couldn't have it in her head, she'd put it into his.
Yet, look where she would, Dorothy could discover no bells at all in the great glass hall.
He held them in his hand, and showed them to the boy.
Next minute there was a roar and a sharp crash, and at her side Dorothy saw the ground open in a wide crack and then come together again.
Well, hang in there.
Carmen stopped washing the dish in her hand and stared at Mary in mute silence.
The little man gave a bow to the silent throng that had watched him, and then the Prince said, in his cold, calm voice:
"It's violet," said the Wizard, who was in the buggy.
There is no play in them, for this comes after work.
The worst thing was their terror of reaching the bottom of this great crack in the earth, and the natural fear that sudden death was about to overtake them at any moment.
In fact, at times she had been almost brutally clear that she was no longer interested in him.
The doctor will be in to talk to you in a few minutes.
She wanted to tell him how much she missed him - how much she wished he was there, but he might jump in the truck and travel dangerous highways.
I belong to Bailum & Barney's Great Consolidated Shows--three rings in one tent and a menagerie on the side.
The Wizard reached out, caught the wee creature in his hand, and holding its head between one thumb and finger and its tail between the other thumb and finger he pulled it apart, each of the two parts becoming a whole and separate piglet in an instant.
The naval officer spoke in a particularly sonorous, musical, and aristocratic baritone voice, pleasantly swallowing his r's and generally slurring his consonants: the voice of a man calling out to his servant, Heah!
You are the sweetest boy in the world.
No one did, because the Mangaboos did not wear hats, and Zeb had lost his, somehow, in his flight through the air.
Did the glass houses in your city grow, too?
A middle-aged man, handsome and virile, in the uniform of a retired naval officer, was speaking in one of the rooms, and a small crowd was pressing round him.
"Yes; but we're used to such things in California," he replied.
"I think that before discussing these questions," Pierre continued, "we should ask the Emperor--most respectfully ask His Majesty--to let us know the number of our troops and the position in which our army and our forces now are, and then..."
It should have arrived at Hugson's Siding at midnight, but it was already five o'clock and the gray dawn was breaking in the east when the little train slowly rumbled up to the open shed that served for the station-house.
Katie stared at the potato in her hand.
Felipa asked in a surprised tone.
But they continued to fall, all together, and the boy and girl had no difficulty in remaining upon the seat, just as they were before.
Let's get in out of this cold wind.
In a way, it was hard to believe it had been that long.
I came in a charter helicopter.
As she peered through the soft gray light not a house of any sort was visible near the station, nor was any person in sight; but after a while the child discovered a horse and buggy standing near a group of trees a short distance away.
Then he got into the buggy again and took the reins, and the horse at once backed away from the tree, turned slowly around, and began to trot down the sandy road which was just visible in the dim light.
Getting around in front, so that she could look inside, the girl saw a boy curled up on the seat, fast asleep.
A few minutes later they all marched in and took their places at the table.
I just didn't see any point in spending money on new clothes when my old ones still had a lot of wear in them.
Señor Medena leaned back in his chair, watching Alex.
Carmen followed her gaze and was surprised to find Señor Medena standing in the doorway.
Even Mrs. Reynolds pitched in with some stuffed animals - a giraffe and horse.
March came in like a lion with a snow storm.
"Why," cried Dorothy, in amazement, "it's Oz!"
The kids are in the next room.
According to the invitation, the party will be held in the main entrance near the Christmas tree.
So he followed the Prince into the great domed hall, and Dorothy and Zeb came after them, while the throng of people trooped in also.
Humor danced in his eyes and twisted smooth lips.
I'll be in the kitchen... when you get decent.
Alondra was attractive in a delicate way - her features more refined.
Several Mangaboos came forward with glass spades and dug a hole in the ground.
There were no stairs in their houses, because they did not need them, but on a level surface they generally walked just as we do.
In the end, our fundamental challenge is to become better individuals, and technology offers little help on that front; it is up to each one of us to solve that for ourselves.
They used to hang in long festoons from our porch, filling the whole air with their fragrance, untainted by any earthy smell; and in the early morning, washed in the dew, they felt so soft, so pure, I could not help wondering if they did not resemble the asphodels of God's garden.
We are Russians and will not grudge our blood in defense of our faith, the throne, and the Fatherland!
Others in that heat and crush racked their brains to find some thought and hastened to utter it.
When it slowed for the drive, the dust caught up, hiding it in a swirling cloud.
"Yes. Uncle Bill Hugson married your Uncle Henry's wife's sister; so we must be second cousins," said the boy, in an amused tone.
"He will sprout very soon," said the Prince, "and grow into a large bush, from which we shall in time be able to pick several very good sorcerers."
But in the excitement of carrying me to church my father lost the name on the way, very naturally, since it was one in which he had declined to have a part.
Self-emancipation even in the West Indian provinces of the fancy and imagination--what Wilberforce is there to bring that about?
I don't like him, she added in a tone admitting of no rejoinder and raising her eyebrows.
He lives in the country.
When Carmen's father died, she thought she was alone in the world, yet all these people had been there for her.
His tail was short and scraggly, and his harness had been broken in many places and fastened together again with cords and bits of wire.
I also see the pace of problem solving—and change in general—accelerating at an astonishing rate.
Such a house my father built after the Civil War, and when he married my mother they went to live in it.
I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch.
He parked the truck in front of the house and headed down the hill.
Princess was supposed to foal again in January.
She was due to foal in July.
Somehow it simply wasn't top priority in her life right now.
Alex met her at the door, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.
She stopped in the kitchen when she spotted the skillet of scrambled eggs and a pan of biscuits beside it.
He pulled her close in an embrace, his lips warm against hers in response to her silent query.
For a few minutes they held on to each other, kissing as if they hadn't seen each other in a week.
And stop this necking before the kids come in.
In business transactions Alex was frugal with his money, but when it came to his family, he was generous.
That might be true, but there was no point in working at becoming a spendthrift simply because he had money.
In fact, that was a good way to make sure he didn't.
He plopped down in a chair, his intense gaze fixed on her.
In fact, she had made a different decision about it so many times that his head must be spinning.
But then, he had reason - in his head - to believe it wasn't his.
They should be doing an ultrasound in a couple of weeks.
If you want something different, why don't you trade them in on something else?
The roast will be ready in about 15 minutes.
No, she's playing in her room.
Jonathan came in as Carmen was setting the table.
"Dad," Jonathan said, "When we get the new baby, where will we put him when we ride in the car?"
He had indicated enough times that he would like to see her in something a little more feminine and fashionable.
For a moment she struggled with him until something changed in his eyes.
He had seemed amused by her modesty in the past, and yet it had obviously troubled him.
And yet, in a way, waiting this long might have been an advantage.
They looked a lot alike in some ways.
She caught her breath and glanced at him in the mirror.
Am I depositing enough money in the account?
"It's okay," he said in a flippant tone.
He was dressed in his usual indigo jeans and western shirt.
When they finally got on the plane, she and Jonathan had a window seat - Jonathan in front of her.
Outside of this being her first trip in an airplane, the rest of the flight was uneventful.
Felipa looked to be in her early twenties and had a sunshine smile that made Carmen feel welcome.
Her dark shining hair was pulled back loosely with bejeweled combs and hung in loose curls down her back.
Felipa didn't seem to notice anything unusual in his attitude, so maybe he had always treated them that way.
In fact, maybe he didn't know her very well.
I have a mare; and we have a five-year-old mare with a colt, a four year-old filly, and a two-year-old filly... oh, and my mare is going to foal again in January.
In that moment she cringed inwardly.
She searched his face for some indication of comprehension, eventually finding it only in his voice.
It was impossible to know what was going on in Señor Medena's mind by observing his expression.
Jonathan and I will make sure we fill her in on anything she missed.
For the remainder of the trip to the ranch, Alex remained in a good mood.
The maroon tapestry mirrored highlights in the rich hardwood floor.
His gaze sought Carmen and the sides of his mouth turned up in a warm smile.
It was his way of focusing in - pulling her close without the intimacy of touching.
It crossed her mind that Alex might be more than uncomfortable in these surroundings.
Actually, she hadn't thought how it looked to others - and there had never been any doubt in her mind that she was fortunate to have Alex.
And yet, there was something about her that suggested she was in uncharted waters - maybe body language.
Alex smiled down at him in a reassuring way.
Jonathan and Destiny's room had two twin beds in it, as well as a television.
Amusement twinkled in his eyes and played with the corners of his mouth.
Why don't you put her on the bed in their room?
I don't want her to wake up in a strange room and not be able to find us.
Jonathan was sitting on his bed, watching TV in his pajamas.
In the sea of faces, she didn't see Alex.
She leaned back in his arms.
Otherwise, he'll have to live with the idea that it will no longer be in the family after he passes.
Glancing in the mirror, he straightened his jacket and tucked the tie back down into his vest.
"I'm OK," she said in a voice saturated with tears.
No wonder he was upset in the stair room.
Alex sat up and leaned over her, speaking softy in a voice that was little more than a whisper.
"My breath is bad," she said, squirming in his arms.
In the bathroom she brushed her teeth and removed her clothing.
"Lust," she said in almost a whisper.
It was neither good nor bad in her mind back then - it simply was.
All this time I thought the company was interested in him because he could speak both Spanish and English.
When we were in Texas, I got the feeling that Señor Medena loved Alex - that he was saddened by the way Alex rejected him.
Why hadn't she thought of his comment in that context?
In fact, I think Uncle Fabrice had him convinced that he couldn't sell a cheeseburger to a starving man.
They ate and then she put the remaining food in the refrigerator for Alex.
We ate supper and put the rest in the refrigerator for you.
Carmen dozed in the chair a few times off and on until about midnight.
It was only two thirty in the afternoon, but she didn't want to go back to sleep.
They have her in pull-ups now and she's not happy about that.
No, if one of us has to get snowed in up here, I'd rather it was me.
You'd better stay in out of the weather... and get some rest.
Less than an hour after the phone call, Destiny woke up in a fit of coughing.
Destiny clung to her neck, coughing and crying in turns.
The nurse put her down in the bed and covered her.
He would want to know, yet if he did, he might try to drive in on icy highways.
A feeling of panic grew in her as she reached for the button to summons a nurse.
A few minutes later the nurse came in.
You can sit up, but you have to stay in there.
Carmen swallowed a lump in her throat and blinked tears from her eyes.
Carmen handed Destiny the doll and she wrapped it in her arms.
Every breath rattled, and she coughed in her sleep.
Felipa waved a hand in dismissal.
Is Alex in the house?
In the background she heard Alex ask him who he was talking to.
You should have seen her when he came in carrying a doll.
"I'm still here," he said in a tone that sounded tired.
Alex told her to call him back if she didn't give birth in an hour.
Jonathan rarely asked for anything and the idea of having someone in the house playing music was appealing.
She was cleaning the coffee pot and Alex was reclining in a chair at the table, enjoying the last cup of coffee.
He looked up in surprise.
He was normal in that respect.
Their relationship was no longer swathed in innocence.
In spite of her decision not to, she glanced out the window.
Carmen asked in surprise.
Surely Alex wasn't blind to the manipulation going on with intent to keep him in Texas.
He had all the family he wanted in Arkansas.
They must be in Tulsa.
A few days later when Carmen and Destiny were visiting Katie, the issue popped out of her mouth in another conversation.
Katie glanced up from the potato in her hand.
Do you know he has over four million in savings?
Katie shrugged her shoulders and focused on cutting an eye from the potato in her hand.
Uncle Fabrice lives in Columbia.
Katie piled the potatoes in another pan and picked it up, along with the knife and a bag of peals.
Sit down and I'll fill you in a little.
Katie made a face as she sat in the chair opposite Carmen.
Alex was secretive and he did like to be in control.
Alex is a lot like his father in some ways.
He's a lot like his father - in a LOT of ways, but don't tell him that.
The way I heard it, Grandma & Grandpa Barret were rolling in money and Dad wasn't up to their standards... financially.
In fact, he had a strong respect for the security it could provide.
He wasn't opposed to having it, but he insisted on sharing it in fair business - and with his wife, more or less.
Dad was an only child and his Mother died in her twenties.
In that instant she realized something else.
Her gaze drifted off in contemplation, finally returning to Carmen.
And yet, Katie and Alex were close siblings now in spite of their age difference.
He wasn't involved in anything illegal and you have no reason to be concerned about spending any of the money he acquired.
Katie sighed and threw the last potato in the pan.
I guess I can't deny that, but in all these years, why hasn't Uncle Fabrice's name come up in a conversation at least once?
He came back from a trip down there one time and was upset because he said Uncle Fabrice treated him like a dunce in front of customers.
If Alex liked being in control, and she liked him being in control, then there was no problem.
In the beginning, she was simply sleeping a lot.
It seemed like hours in the emergency room before the diagnosis.
The x-rays were conclusive and indicated a bad infection in the lower lobe of one lung.
Her eyes were large and imploring as she was wheeled down the hall to a room in the pediatric ward.
Carmen sat in a chair next to the bed and prepared for a long night.
"Felipa called this morning," Alex said as he sat down in the chair she vacated.
It was almost three O'clock in the afternoon and her stomach was screaming for something to eat.
You have to stay in here, but Mommy will hug you.
A few minutes later they came in and got Destiny to take her for more x-rays.
The medication they were giving her to clear up the congestion in her lungs was making her sleep a lot, but they thought that was better than having her upset all the time.
Carmen shook her head in disbelief.
Pray, how shall I, a little lad, In speaking make a figure?
Even after my illness I remembered one of the words I had learned in these early months.
Think, also, of the ladies of the land weaving toilet cushions against the last day, not to betray too green an interest in their fates!
The highest Petersburg society was assembled there: people differing widely in age and character but alike in the social circle to which they belonged.
The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today."
"Yes, yes, at thunderclaps!" was repeated approvingly in the back rows of the crowd.
Seeing the position we are in, I think there is little need for discussion.
In addition to the assistance from the renters, the money finally gave her an income of her own, and the token independence that went with it.
His shoulders swayed gracefully, the open denim jacket swinging loosely in the breeze.
A sudden gust of wind circled them and whispered words in her mind.
Even so, she had accepted it in her mind to a degree.
Taking her in his arms, he held her close for a moment and then planted a kiss on her forehead.
Later, she lay in bed, tucked warmly under the covers as his boots clicked away from her on the hardwood floor - down the hall and into the den.
After dressing and freshening up, she found him in the kitchen wolfing down a sandwich.
Carmen and Alex hosted Thanksgiving Dinner for all the family they had in Arkansas.
In a way, Carmen and Alex had adopted a family.
Like Alex, he saw the logic in surrogacy, as did Bill.
Considering the information Katie had just disclosed, it wasn't surprising that he wanted to be in control - or that he had chosen a wife who asked few questions.
He was dressed in black, and had a very pleasant face.
And in the garden, Henry saw a turnip.
Henry's composition was not in verse.
They exist simply because we have not had the means to solve them in the past.
I am told that while I was still in long dresses I showed many signs of an eager, self-asserting disposition.
Pierre wished to say that he was ready to sacrifice his money, his serfs, or himself, only one ought to know the state of affairs in order to be able to improve it, but he was unable to speak.
She didn't like putting her mother's old China in the dishwasher.
Many years after that, some funny little verses about Mr. Finney's turnip were printed in a newspaper.
From that vantage point, if you had tried to look fifty years ahead to what the world would be like in the year 2500 BC, you would have expected very little change.
She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions.
If the noble awistocwacy of the pwovince of Moscow thinks fit, it can show its loyalty to our sov'weign the Empewah in other ways.
Someone knocked on the door and when she answered it, a man brought in their luggage.
Popping it open, she started hanging their things in the closet.
Alex walked in and closed the door to the other bedroom.
"Jonathan is in there," he said, unbuttoning his shirt.
Do you have a short-sleeved shirt in there for me?
I'm too warm in this one.
In fact, everything about him was masculine.
Gathering her in his arms, he pulled her close - his lips seeking hers hungrily.
"I'll lock the door," he said, his lips returning to hers and lingering in a way that made her feel weak.
The idea of making love in a strange bedroom was disturbing enough, but with only a door between them and the children, locked or not, it didn't feel right.
There was no way to defend her moral objections without seeding doubt in his mind.
When the kids were settled in their room, she turned on Alex.
I know, but... we're guests in this house, and...
Maybe he was thinking about Alexia, but that was still on their land, in the old house before it was renovated.
Finally he sat up, a glint of humor in his eyes.
A touch of humor lurked in Señor Medena's dark eyes, but he continued as if he didn't notice.
Felipa will be punished for her part in the incident.
In that moment she was certain she saw something in his eyes - something akin to remorse.
"Carmen," Alex interrupted in a stern tone.
I'm sorry, but you weren't going to speak in your behalf.
But you are alike in some ways.
He instantly gave in to chase her down the hall.
With nothing more to do, she wandered in to watch him shave.
Leaning her back against the wall, hands behind her back, she watched him in the mirror.
He glanced at her in the mirror and continued shaving.
What's going on in that pretty head?
His warm fingers released her shoulders and traced their way up her neck, cupping her jaws in his hands.
"So, shut the door," he said, his voice strained, and drew her into his arms, seeking her lips again in a hungry way.
Felipa met them in the main room downstairs.
In the first place, he didn't consider this home.
Felipa stared at the wall, deep in thought for a few minutes.
In the end, he will not refuse.
He was so tall there was a vast difference in their height.
I couldn't even imagine him in a comma.
He's always been so alert and in control.
They danced for a few minutes in comfortable silence, and finally he spoke again.
For a moment she watched them gracefully move across the room - totally in sync.
Alondra smiled up at him in a way that suggested their relationship went farther than employment extended.
Dulce appeared at Carmen's side, dressed in a dark blue gown with a high collar.
In fact, it was ludicrous - but it still hurt.
If his family had lived in the United States for centuries, why didn't they learn to speak proper English?
Only his profile existed in her quest.
We've kept in touch.
His gaze wandered over her face in that familiar way.
When the band came back Alondra and Felipa danced Flamenco in duet.
"Wait... not now... stop," he mimicked in falsetto.
In fact, what she felt was pity.
In spite of the uncomfortable sleeping accommodations and the situation, she fell asleep almost instantly.
She rubbed a sore spot in her lower back.
His lips covered hers in a long warm kiss that left her short of breath.
Well... I guess so, in a way.
"I think in August," she said.
Carmen found Alex relaxing in a chair next to the bed in their room.
She dropped the picture in his lap and watched his reaction.
In fact, she said it was for me.
Maybe she has someone more suitable in mind.
His gaze shifted reflectively to nothing in particular.
As for the drink, there was no point in bringing that up.
She tossed the picture in his lap again and made a face.
He paced back and forth across the room, deep in thought.
If he wants to keep this estate in the family, he'll have to leave it to his daughters.
Alex spoke to her reflection in the mirror.
Señor Medena was the first boy in his family.
He nodded, his gaze drifting off in contemplation.
This came in by currier a few minutes ago, sir.
The return address was the Doctor's office in Chicago.
Marked on it in bold letters were the words "Baby A" and "Baby B".
These babies might not be in her womb, but they did belong to Alex.
With the photos in her hands, the fertilized eggs were a thing of the past.
The babies in the photo were living beings.
They were expecting - as surely as if they were in her womb.
The ultra sound photo brought back a vivid memory of Alex watching the screen as the baby moved in her womb.
I should have shown it to you in private - prepared you for it.
"I did not know," Felipa said in a voice that sounded stricken.
"I'll take her in the other room," she said, shaking her head when Alex started to assist her.
In a quiet room with no one looking on, she managed to get her emotions under control by focusing on Destiny.
She was just surprised by what was in the envelope.
It was amazing how children honed in on parents emotions and sympathized.
Sitting her in her chair, she glanced around the table.
Apparently something had been discussed in her absence.
Mom used to say that people suspected in others what they had experienced or what they would do in the other person's shoes.
After supper they all gathered in the room with the tree.
I think a few days cleaning in the stable would pay for it.
Early in the morning.
Maybe some of it was soaking in.
Maybe he was thinking about what his father would say or do when he came in.
That evening after Destiny and Jonathan were asleep, Carmen was picking up in their room.
"I didn't see any point in telling you," she said.
"But you thought you should defend me," he said in a calculating tone.
Did you chew her out in front of everyone?
Besides, there was nothing to be gained in either case by saying anything – to either of you.
Carmen glanced at him, but he was still deep in thought.
In fact, he'd probably be horrified to know he slipped and did it now.
That evening Alex and Dulce were standing in the entrance room.
Dulce had hands on her hips, leaning slightly forward as she spoke to him in Spanish.
Later that evening in their room Carmen asked him about the exchange.
In other words, it's none of my business.
She let the conversation drop that night, but early the next morning Dulce caught him in the hallway and it was clear that she didn't think anything was settled.
Dulce remained in a sour mood, and left the group as soon as possible.
On Christmas Eve, we sit in front of the fire and take turns reading Christmas stories.
Then, on Christmas morning when everyone is awake, we lounge around in our night clothes while we open presents.
So tell us, how is your life in Arkansas?
Alondra and Felipa were watching her intently, and even Señor Medena seemed to be interested in what their life was like at home.
On week days, I get up about 6:00 in the morning and fix breakfast.
Felipa asked in surprise.
Señor Medena was watching her in a strange way.
I lost track of time until Alex came along and revived my interest in the ranch.
Señor Medena leaned back in his chair, his attention lost in thought.
Sometimes Alex and Jonathan play soccer, and sometimes we all go for a ride in the buggy.
Like Alex, it was impossible to guess what was going on in his mind by the expression on his face.
I'll be up in a few hours.
He glanced up and smiled when she came in, his gaze drifting from her to the door.
He might never say anything to Jonathan about it, but Jonathan would know in other ways how he felt.
I am in the middle of it right now - only I don't know what I'm in the middle of.
His bittersweet chocolate gaze wandered over her face in search of something, or maybe he was digesting the information.
He picked at a thread on the couch, his mind obviously lost in deep thought.
There's nothing you can do about this and there's no point in burdening you with it.
All right, but I don't like being kept in the dark about all this.
He'd been in a grumpy mood since he got up.
Hopefully he would be in a better mood after they got back home.
The Alex she met and fell in love with was confident and generally happy.
"I want him to know where I am in case he returns," she said, flipping open her phone.
She flipped the phone shut and put it back in the sheath.
Señor Medena took her elbow in his hand and led her down the hall.
Choking down fear, she climbed inside and sat down in the luxurious leather seat.
Her fingers searched and found the door handle - just in case.
Señor Medena was watching her again in that strange way, as if it truly mattered what she thought.
Carmen accepted the outstretched hand and placed a foot in the vacated stirrup.
You're the person he wanted to put in the house.
She said in a cool tone.
There was no reason for him to think his father might be romantically interested in her.
In fact, at the party he had spent an unnecessary amount of time with the woman he almost married – and hadn't even introduced her.
Jonathan was in his room watching television.
I'm disappointed in you.
She found Felipa and Destiny in the dining room where they were having an ice cream snack.
She wasn't looking forward to being in the room with Alex right now - especially so with the children there to listen.
"It is always Alex," Dulce continued in a bitter voice.
Dulce lifted her head and managed to reclaim some semblance of pride in spite of the situation.
In other words, when he shook himself free of his current family, he would come to Dulce.
I knew because I was in love with you.
She silently folded them and put them in the suitcase while he watched.
I wasn't the one who wanted to come here in the first place.
She continued to pack in silence.
Why are you disappointed in me?
There was no point in dredging up the past again.
Then he turned away and rubbed the back of his neck in that way he did when he knew he was wrong but wasn't sure why.
Aside from his solemn expression, there was nothing in the way he acted with the children that might indicate anything was wrong between them.
Alex wasn't interested in Dulce.
If Dulce hadn't chased him so hard, would he have fallen in love with her?
Who could say what might have been if the smallest thing had been different in their lives?
But then, he had made it clear from the start that he didn't want any of them in his life.
In fact, he must be struggling to float on the ocean of problems this family represented.
If they were truly soul mates, she should be in his corner all the way.
With that in mind, she went downstairs to collect her valuables.
Alex was lounging with one shoulder against the wall on the other side of the family room when Carmen walked in.
Carmen smiled, basking in the warmth of his attention.
By the time she finished bathing and dressing Destiny, Jonathan was in bed.
It wasn't in him to do that.
Somewhere in her musings, she finally fell asleep.
He had a lot of friends in Texas.
In any case, there was nothing that couldn't wait to be discussed at home.
They would be there tomorrow night, so there was no point in making the remaining vacation time unpleasant.
Even in sleep he was irresistible.
The national weather forecast on television was calling for light snow in Arkansas.
Carmen and Destiny dressed mother/daughter style in red/green/yellow plaid blouses and hunter green jeans.