He was such a wonderful person in so many ways.
Nurturing was in his personality.
"Second," Katie cut in, "His father's family has been in this country longer than yours."
"I can't see that it's wrong," remarked Jim, in his gruff tones.
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.
Alex had provided the money to remodel the home, but insisted that it stay in her name only.
I am not saying we live in a utopia.
In fact, he had given her strict orders not to lift anything.
As it came to a stop the conductor called out in a loud voice.
In Scotland there once lived a poor shepherd whose name was James Hogg.
The roof beside them had a great hole smashed through it, and pieces of glass were lying scattered in every direction.
If he had been the only child in the family, things might have been different.
Talk of a divinity in man!
Alex was doing everything in his power to provide her with all the experiences of a natural mother.
The shepherd soon lost sight of them in the darkness.
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.
She placed the dish in the rack and glanced at Katie.
There, too, after a fit of temper, I went to find comfort and to hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass.
There was a breath of danger in the very air, and every few moments the earth would shake violently.
There was not an ugly person in all the throng.
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.
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.
On the other hand, the dream was in her head, not his.
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.
No more searching for frozen half-tires in the snow and stomping the water out of them.
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.
Carmen stopped washing the dish in her hand and stared at Mary in mute silence.
I belong to Bailum & Barney's Great Consolidated Shows--three rings in one tent and a menagerie on the side.
No one did, because the Mangaboos did not wear hats, and Zeb had lost his, somehow, in his flight through the air.
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.
He held them in his hand, and showed them to the boy.
There is no play in them, for this comes after work.
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.
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.
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.
"Yes; but we're used to such things in California," he replied.
When whale oil got scarce and went up in price, the market made cheap kerosene for lighting.
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.
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.
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.
Humor danced in his eyes and twisted smooth lips.
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 little man gave a bow to the silent throng that had watched him, and then the Prince said, in his cold, calm voice:
We are all vegetable, in this country.
Did the glass houses in your city grow, too?
"It's violet," said the Wizard, who was in the buggy.
Several Mangaboos came forward with glass spades and dug a hole in the ground.
"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."
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.
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 have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch.
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!
"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..."
When it slowed for the drive, the dust caught up, hiding it in a swirling cloud.
When Carmen's father died, she thought she was alone in the world, yet all these people had been there for her.
"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.
I don't like him, she added in a tone admitting of no rejoinder and raising her eyebrows.
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.
He parked the truck in front of the house and headed down the hill.
Getting around in front, so that she could look inside, the girl saw a boy curled up on the seat, fast asleep.
In fact, at times she had been almost brutally clear that she was no longer interested in him.
Señor Medena leaned back in his chair, watching Alex.
"Why," cried Dorothy, in amazement, "it's Oz!"
He was dressed in black, and had a very pleasant face.
Pray, how shall I, a little lad, In speaking make a figure?
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.
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.
Let's get in out of this cold wind.
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.
I'll be in the kitchen... when you get decent.
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.
She didn't like putting her mother's old China in the dishwasher.
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.
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.
He lives in the country.
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.
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.
A few minutes later they all marched in and took their places at 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?
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.
"It's okay," he said in a flippant tone.
You are the sweetest boy in the world.
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.
In spite of her decision not to, she glanced out the window.
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.
Carmen glanced at her in surprise.
Well... they had been flirting with each other in the car.
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.
Alondra was attractive in a delicate way - her features more refined.
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.
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.
The kids are in the next room.
"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.
He put a spoon in her hand.
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.
Alex liked being in control, and he had none in this situation.
Maybe Alex wanted to be in control because he had been dominated all his life.
Now he was exerting his authority in another way.
On the other hand, when the issue finally came to a head, she would have been in the middle of it all anyway.
Besides, after he inherited, he could always put someone in charge of the estate.
I'll be back in a little while, sweetheart.
How long had Morino lived in America?
Jonathan was sitting on his bed, watching TV in his pajamas.
You're supposed to go down to be measured in the morning.
In the morning she showered and dressed before he woke.
She is the best seamstress in Houston!
No, only in this county.
True, but her answer left Carmen's stomach tied in a knot.
From there the horse dashed in and out of the poles and came to a stop on his haunches.
Then he turned to do it all in reverse.
How could he do such a thing in front of Jonathan... and where was Jonathan?
A stop for lunch and then a drive over the biggest bridge Carmen had ever seen - and then they were in Galveston.
That night after Jonathan was in bed, Carmen turned to Alex.
High maint... who put that in your head?
In the morning she opened her eyes to find Destiny's face only inches away from hers.
Did you have something in mind?
Alex was going to college when his parents died in the plane crash.
She glanced up in surprise.
He was growing up and she needed to keep that in mind - and some things off his mind.
Exhaustion eventually ended the game and everyone but Dulce gathered in the kitchen for an ice cream snack.
In that moment of obvious joy, Alondra barely had an accent.
Was it possible that their accent was in large, contrived?
Her figure was not as well developed as Alondra or Dulce, but she looked nice in the style and color.
She smiled as Carmen put hands to her mouth in surprise.
Carmen swirled around, enjoying the feel of the skirt as she eyed her image in the mirror.
Her waist looked tiny, swathed in velvet and surrounded by satin.
They sat her in front of a mirror while Felipa worked.
Carmen asked in surprise.
According to the invitation, the party will be held in the main entrance near the Christmas tree.
As she rounded the curve in the staircase, the room became silent.
In the sea of faces, she didn't see Alex.
And then he stepped forward, looking elegant in a dark tuxedo.
Taking her hand in his, he swept her gracefully into dance.
But then, Alex had always been fluent in pretty talk.
Maybe that was what made him such a good salesman in the past.
Most girls wanted to be a princess at some point in their youth, though she couldn't specifically remember that wish.
She was relieved when an older gentleman cut in.
That was the extent of their conversation before Señor Medena cut in.
He looked even more distinguished than usual in his Spanish garb.
You are the most beautiful woman in the room tonight.
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.
She removed his Tux and shoes, rolling him around the bed in the process.
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.
I see no point in telling him.
Carmen stared at her in surprise.
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.
She leaned back in his arms.
If he wants to keep this estate in the family, he'll have to leave it to his daughters.
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.
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".
Carmen sucked in her breath and looked up at Alex.
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'm OK," she said in a voice saturated with tears.
"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.
Carmen, I don't think you really want in the middle of this.
I am in the middle of it right now - only I don't know what I'm in the middle of.
You keep telling me it's in the past - until you can dig it back up and throw it in my face again.
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.
No wonder he was upset in the stair room.
She said in a cool tone.
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.
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.
Breakfast was a quiet meal, with Dulce absent and Señor Medena lost in thought.
The morning passed in a pleasant way and soon it was time to leave.
Señor Medena said goodbye to them at the house, but Alondra and Felipa rode with them in the Limousine to the airport.
Alex was in a good mood and it was a pleasant trip - until Felipa made a comment about Tessa's visit the night before.
In fact, maybe that was why Dulce didn't come to breakfast.
That thought ushered in another.
At his nod, she leaned back in her seat.
Within a few minutes the plane was dipping and rising in a way that made her stomach roll uncomfortably.
She put a hand to her mouth and glanced around for something to be sick in.
The nausea persisted for a while, but was eventually lost in sleep.
They must be in Tulsa.
She fell asleep again and didn't wake until they reached NXA in Arkansas.
Alex collected their luggage and had it loaded in the car.
Alex sat up and leaned over her, speaking softy in a voice that was little more than a whisper.
He slid an arm under her and gently took her hand in his, planting a warm moist kiss in the center of the palm.
"My breath is bad," she said, squirming in his arms.
"I don't know why you didn't just undress me when you put me in bed," she said.
The humor in her eyes summoned the dimple under his eye and lifted his brows.
In the bathroom she brushed her teeth and removed her clothing.
"Alex!" she squealed in mock fear.
"Lust," she said in almost a whisper.
Morino came in after Tessa left and Señor Medena left.
I guess I'd wonder too, if I were in your shoes.
In the darkness, Alex found her and pulled her into his arms.
Was there room for two car seats and a bumper seat in the back seat of her car?
And if so, would they be able to fit three people comfortably in the front seat?
The car was six years old now, but it was in good shape and still had low mileage.
In any case, Alex hadn't actually concealed his financial status.
It was in his nature, and it was something that wasn't going to change.
In fact, if she confronted him now and then, he might be more inclined to volunteer information before she found out about it.
When Alex came home that evening, Jonathan was in his room painting and Destiny was topping off her nap.
He sat down in a chair and methodically placed the cup on the table, his gaze fixed to it.
He picked up the coffee cup and leaned back in his chair, eyeing her thoughtfully.
His father had connections... in Columbia?
"No wonder you didn't want to tell me why you had to go," she accused in a cold tone.
Supper will be ready in ten minutes.
How had their conversation gone from an inquiry about money to a litmus test of their stay in Texas?
Stepping in quickly, she shut the door.
It was much warmer in the chicken coop.
Placing it in a little plate, he cut it up in small pieces.
More than that, he was willing to make concessions - in front of the children.
Thinking back, her parents had done both in front of her.
In that small house, there were few secrets.
It was neither good nor bad in her mind back then - it simply was.
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.
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.
Her gaze drifted off in contemplation, finally returning to Carmen.
Katie stared at the potato in her hand.
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.
Why hadn't she thought of his comment in that context?
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.
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?
In fact, I think Uncle Fabrice had him convinced that he couldn't sell a cheeseburger to a starving man.
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.
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.
You have to stay in here, but Mommy will hug you.
Destiny clung to her neck, coughing and crying in turns.
A few minutes later they came in and got Destiny to take her for more x-rays.
The nurse put her down in the bed and covered her.
The doctor will be in to talk to you in a few minutes.
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.
He would want to know, yet if he did, he might try to drive in on icy highways.
Well, hang in there.
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.
After their conversation, she leaned back in the chair to get some rest.
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 followed her gaze and was surprised to find Señor Medena standing in the doorway.
Carmen handed Destiny the doll and she wrapped it in her arms.
Every breath rattled, and she coughed in her sleep.
I came in a charter helicopter.
Felipa asked in a surprised tone.
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.
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