The fire snapped as it grew.
It was the earthquake.
"How does it taste?" asked the Wizard.
It is the cross I have to bear.
I only hope it wasn't poison.
It was the first time she thought of Katie that way.
It was the first money that he had ever had.
Oh, what a pretty sound it made!
It only wuined our farming!
He took the hat and examined it carefully, returning it afterward to the Wizard.
It is a beautiful place.
The guinea-fowl likes to hide her nest in out-of-the-way places, and it was one of my greatest delights to hunt for the eggs in the long grass.
It would be dreadful to eat these dear little things.
(He was well acquainted with the senator, but thought it necessary on this occasion to address him formally.)
"Let me see it," said the Sorcerer.
It is because there is no warm blood in them, remarked the Wizard.
"It wasn't a peach, Eureka," said Dorothy.
It is your affair, not mine.
But it took a good many years for them to grow as large and fine as they are now.
But I hope you will at least believe it to be possible.
This viewpoint seems reasonable because it is largely consistent with our everyday experience of life.
They stood before it in silent admiration.
The cavern did not come to an end, as they had expected it would, but slanted upward through the great glass mountain, running in a direction that promised to lead them to the side opposite the Mangaboo country.
Once the fire of passion was gone, it was embarrassing.
"Who did you say it was?" whispered Zeb to the girl.
"Of course it is," returned Dorothy promptly.
At least, it isn't as wrong as some other things.
"We will talk of it later," said Anna Pavlovna with a smile.
He stood and tossed the last bite into his mouth, washing it down with the last of his milk.
She walked toward it and found the horse tied to a tree and standing motionless, with its head hanging down almost to the ground.
All this was so terrible and unreal that he could not understand it at all, and so had good reason to be afraid.
"That's the way I feel about it," remarked Zeb, rubbing his wounds.
It was no small decision for her.
What a big family it was!
"It is very strange," said he, soberly.
I cannot stand it here.
Once a little fish swam too near the surface, and the kitten grabbed it in her mouth and ate it up as quick as a wink; but Dorothy cautioned her to be careful what she ate in this valley of enchantments, and no more fishes were careless enough to swim within reach.
It was indicative of dissipation and the exercise of authority.
The sky had grown darker again and the wind made queer sobbing sounds as it swept over the valley.
"Don't know," said Dorothy, "but it must have been humbug."
Next the Wizard poured a pool of oil from the can upon the glass floor, where it covered quite a broad surface.
"It was fine, Dorothy," called one of the piglets.
It is the Valley of Voe.
"It occurs to me you have a great deal to make you happy, even while invisible," remarked the Wizard.
Even if we should come to unpleasant places on our way it is necessary, in order to reach the earth's surface, to keep moving on toward it.
In most books, the I, or first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, is the main difference.
Crash after crash echoed far above their heads, as the earth came together where it had split, and stones and chunks of clay rattled around them on every side.
The next moment a broad-leaved plant was jerked from the ground where it grew and held suspended in the air before the Wizard.
"Yes, I will try to learn it," said Edward.
He hardly knew how it tasted.
It was completely covered with vines, climbing roses and honeysuckles.
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.
"I only said that it would be more to the purpose to make sacrifices when we know what is needed!" said he, trying to be heard above the other voices.
Our Emperor joined the army to encourage it to defend every inch of Russian soil and not to retreat.
It was necessary to fight an unexpected battle at Smolensk to save our lines of communication.
It was true, and it brought color to his neck, but he didn't comment.
"Isn't it funny?" she said.
"We'll try it, anyway," said the Wizard.
The Regular Worker who Risks it All and Strikes it Rich.
It is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history of my life.
All change is a miracle to contemplate; but it is a miracle which is taking place every instant.
It will be about the end of our adventures, I guess.
"It isn't the bigness, dear; its the variety," replied the girl.
It was all laid out into lovely lawns and gardens, with pebble paths leading through them and groves of beautiful and stately trees dotting the landscape here and there.
It had a bright blue cover, which he was careful not to soil.
"Mother will help him learn it," said his sister.
And you may even—reasonably, optimistically—think it to be quite likely.
Let's face it: Futurists as a whole have a pretty poor track record.
He was dressed in a dark-green dress coat, knee breeches of the color of cuisse de nymphe effrayee, as he called it, shoes, and silk stockings.
There was a rustling among the crowd and it again subsided, so that Pierre distinctly heard the pleasantly human voice of the Emperor saying with emotion:
He wrote to Arakcheev, the Emperor's confidant: It must be as my sovereign pleases, but I cannot work with the Minister (meaning Barclay).
She feared for her brother who was in it, was horrified by and amazed at the strange cruelty that impels men to kill one another, but she did not understand the significance of this war, which seemed to her like all previous wars.
What do you think of it, Prince?
Maybe he thought she would change her mind, but it wasn't going to happen.
Alex had provided the money to remodel the home, but insisted that it stay in her name only.
When it slowed for the drive, the dust caught up, hiding it in a swirling cloud.
She glanced up at his face, but it gave no clue of his mood.
No doubt it mattered to 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.
"Yes; but it's lots of fun, if it IS strange," remarked the small voice of the kitten, and Dorothy turned to find her pet walking in the air a foot or so away from the edge of the roof.
Gradually the balloon grew bigger, which was proof that it was settling down upon the Land of the Mangaboos.
"If it had any bones, I ate them," replied the kitten, composedly, as it washed its face after the meal.
But it accomplishes nothing of value.
"Isn't it fine?" cried Dorothy, in a joyous voice, as she sprang out of the buggy and let Eureka run frolicking over the velvety grass.
What is it, do you s'pose?
It was a pretty place, with vines growing thickly over the broad front porch.
The dama-fruit is the most delicious thing that grows, and when it makes us invisible the bears cannot find us to eat us up.
"Does it hurt to be invisible?" she asked.
As for reaching the top of the earth, I have never heard that it is possible to do that, and if you succeeded in getting there you would probably fall off.
Dorothy climbed into the buggy, although Jim had been unharnessed from it and was grazing some distance away.
"That is true," agreed the Wizard, "and as the river seems to be flowing in the direction of the Pyramid Mountain it will be the easiest way for us to travel."
Here one side of the mountain had a great hole in it, like the mouth of a cavern, and the stairs stopped at the near edge of the floor and commenced ascending again at the opposite edge.
"This," said the man, taking up a box and handling it gently, "contains twelve dozen rustles--enough to last any lady a year.
Will you buy it, my dear? he asked, addressing Dorothy.
He lifted the nest gently and put it in a safe place in the forks of the tree.
And in it were some odd little pictures, which he never grew tired of looking at.
It was the favourite haunt of humming-birds and bees.
That is how I explain it to myself.
It was possible after all - but was it moral?
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.
I never doubted the devotion of the Russian nobles, but today it has surpassed my expectations.
It hurts me, it hurts.
She could not have read the letter as she did not even know it had arrived.
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.
Obviously he was still struggling with it.
She shook her head to clear it.
I never thought I could do it.
Maybe lifting had nothing to do with it.
We've got a meeting at two and it's almost one-thirty now.
With so many people at their house, it was fortunate that the weather was warm and dry so they could utilize the courtyard for the children.
Carmen had already spoken to Mums about it.
Maybe it was her way of keeping Josh alive.
Did you tell him how it makes you feel?
The deeper the feeling, the more he attempted to cover it.
"It's not a big deal," Carmen said, and launched into another subject.
Such a pleasant day and evening should have ended with a restful night and happy dreams, but it didn't.
Would he be disappointed that Lori got it?
It had to be the new baby.
It was one thing to tell herself everything was resolved, but quite another to thoroughly accept something she had always considered wrong.
And so, if she couldn't have it in her head, she'd put it into his.
What could he do about it but lose more sleep?
Talking about it might help her, but they had already talked the subject lifeless.
He was respectful of her concerns, but they didn't see eye-to-eye on any of it - except the fact that they both wanted another child.
Do you want to tell me about it?
Alex had promised the foal to Jonathan and he had already named it Eureka.
He said it would work for a girl or a boy.
Somehow it simply wasn't top priority in her life right now.
She stopped in the kitchen when she spotted the skillet of scrambled eggs and a pan of biscuits beside it.
He came up behind her and took the coffee cup from her hands, sitting it on the table.
It isn't the first time I've cooked.
It's always something, isn't it?
He intended it as a joke, but the memory it resurrected was painful.
They put her through college and it was her intent to stay with them as long as they needed her.
In business transactions Alex was frugal with his money, but when it came to his family, he was generous.
It was nice having Alex home all day and having the family together, but all good things come to an end.
Assured that it had not, she turned back to him.
I just thought it would be fun for the man to tell the wife this for once.
Maybe she would have if she hadn't been shoving it from her mind.
In fact, she had made a different decision about it so many times that his head must be spinning.
But I guess if we have, it's no worse than having a child out of wedlock.
If God thought it was wrong, nothing we could have done would have been successful.
He thought it would be fun for the man to tell the woman.
It wouldn't have been so much fun for him if she had reacted the way he did when she told him she was pregnant.
But then, he had reason - in his head - to believe it wasn't his.
"I won't talk about it any more," she said cheerfully.
I'll accept it now that it is certain.
It will be so much fun to work on it with Jonathan and Destiny.
Of course, if you prefer, we can wait until you come home from work and make it a fun family event.
As it was, the kids might pick up on her fear and emulate.
"It isn't the seating arrangements that bother me," he said.
It's who bought them.
What difference does it make?
It was presumptuous of him to purchase them.
I know it still galls you that he was willing to help pay for your college education, but not Katie's.
To him, it was no different than artificially inseminating a cow at his clinic... well, the concept wasn't.
They were paying someone to create it and then paying someone to carry it.
"It doesn't matter," Alex said.
I just want it to be healthy.
Why hadn't it occurred to her that Jonathan might feel he was being replaced?
That night as they prepared for bed, she approached Alex about it.
"Did you what?" he asked, running fingers through his hair to straighten it.
Warmth crawled up her neck as she grabbed her nightgown and pulled it over her head.
It isn't one of those things you can talk through, I guess.
Maybe not, but it would have made a difference if I had known how you felt.
So you could pretend it didn't bother you?
No, so I could get over it.
It's feminine enough, but it looks like something grandma would wear.
It wasn't something she would normally do - buying clothes specifically for a trip.
Besides, it was time to replace some of the things she'd been wearing since before they were married.
It always comes down to this, doesn't it?
Had anyone actually told her that or had she merely assumed it?
Let's just leave it at that.
"Good," he said softly against it.
It was one of those break-through moments.
He actually flat-out stated it.
He had seemed amused by her modesty in the past, and yet it had obviously troubled him.
It was embarrassing to think she had let it go on this long without realizing he was troubled by it.
Her face warmed as she thought of it.
It was going to be nice having nothing to do but enjoy their little family for the next two weeks.
What time is it?
"I like this," he said, zipping it up.
Is it something new for the trip?
It's about time you spent some money on yourself.
"It's okay," he said in a flippant tone.
With everything going on, Carmen didn't have time to worry about flying, but when they were all sitting at the airport, she finally had time to stew over it.
When it finally started down the runway, she closed her eyes.
It wasn't so bad.
Maybe Katie wasn't the only one who had been overlooked by Señor Medena when it came to inheritance.
Maybe it was the soft accent that held her attention.
After they retrieved their luggage, Señor Medena instructed a man to carry it to a white limousine.
It's all so... busy.
Don't you feel overwhelmed by it? she asked Alex.
You will love it there Felipa said enthusiastically.
It's so warm down here.
Is it always like this?
It is a beautiful day, but yesterday it was cold.
We have some cold days, but mostly it is warm.
It wasn't like him to be petty.
She searched his face for some indication of comprehension, eventually finding it only in his voice.
Do you want to see it?
I'd like to, but if it's too much trouble...
It simply wasn't like him to be rude like that.
It was a long time back, before they were married.
His hand dropped to her shoulder and he squeezed it.
It was impossible to know what was going on in Señor Medena's mind by observing his expression.
It was a hacienda, not a ranch, and Señor Medena was the patrón.
A wide porch stretched the length of the building, and above it were two balconies with black wrought iron banisters that curved out gracefully.
Yes. Isn't it pretty?
It was his way of focusing in - pulling her close without the intimacy of touching.
Sometimes he even did it when there was a room full of people between them.
It crossed her mind that Alex might be more than uncomfortable in these surroundings.
Maybe it resurrected memories that were unpleasant - even painful.
I think it is so cute the way you two flirt with each other.
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.
Her eyes were almond shaped, the brown of the iris so dark that it was almost black.
It's nice to meet you both.
Jonathan and Destiny's room had two twin beds in it, as well as a television.
It is casual dress.
I hadn't planned on it.
Don't worry about it.
Someone knocked on the door and when she answered it, a man brought in their luggage.
After he left, she lifted one of the suitcases and placed it on the bed.
Popping it open, she started hanging their things in the closet.
It's winter - or was at home.
He pulled the shirt tails out of his pants and shucked it.
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.
Tonight, when it was dark, she could pretend they were at home.
It's just a veterinary clinic.
This new baby... it will not be too much?
It was no secret.
She will have the baby for us because I have no womb, but it is our baby.
Why is it good when you adopt a baby that isn't yours, but bad if it's yours and you don't give birth to it?
I guess it's just something different - something we aren't used to yet.
It isn't a dirty...
This isn't easy for you, is it?
It isn't going to get any easier, so I'd better shape up.
You do realize that if it's a girl, we're going to be unevenly matched.
Maybe he was thinking about Alexia, but that was still on their land, in the old house before it was renovated.
But this wasn't about intimacy - was it?
It was about privacy and morality.
The men cheered as he turned the horse and rode it out of the corral.
Normally it was a raised area, dark pink, but now it looked red and angry.
He did not act as if it was bothering him.
He was alright and they probably wouldn't do it again.
Apparently the horse knew the rider meant business, because it didn't act up again.
It might have done damage inside.
Maybe it was jet lag - whatever that was.
Would it have been better if I had fallen off and broken my neck?
It's none of my business how you run this outfit.
I feel certain of it.
"No," Carmen agreed, slipping her arm around his and squeezing it.
That night it stormed and then turned cold.
Christmas was only a few days away, and yet it didn't seem like Christmas.
Rinsing the razor, he laid it aside and wiped his face with the towel.
It was almost as if he were shutting Felipa off before she could reveal something.
For the first time it mattered to her.
Not because she wanted the money, but because it might become an issue.
Ultimately it had cost them a child and her ability to have more.
It had provided the opportunity for him to accuse her of being unfaithful.
Dragging it up again wouldn't do either of them any good.
The shopping trip was exciting because it was so close to Christmas, but otherwise uneventful.
It was time to shove those old inhibitions out of their bedroom.
It was probably the first money, other than the air fares, Señor Medena had been able to spend on Alex - and even then he had to do it through Felipa.
Is it a Christmas party?
No, it is a welcome home party - for you and Alex.
No wonder Alex hadn't said anything about it.
If she was invited, it was as a guest of Alex, so he would tell her when and if he decided to go.
I just thought it was because he was so good looking.
But it was more.
But if you could trust him this way and there was no electricity, would it still be love?
It was Alex who talked her into the IVF, but what did it matter?
It wasn't an easy decision.
It was true, of course.
It was the way she wanted it as well.
It is not for me to say how he spends his money.
It is not so good as a baby with your blood?
I don't want to bond with a child only to have it taken away.
It must be difficult for Alex to keep you happy.
It makes Father crazy.
It's almost as if it is a lifetime goal.
Doesn't it bother you?
It is his money.
I did not earn it.
It is not easy.
Whatever the case, it certainly wasn't worth arguing about.
It makes no difference how they feel.
Or was it the other way around?
On the other hand, when the issue finally came to a head, she would have been in the middle of it all anyway.
Still, it could be a lot worse.
It wasn't as if he had to be there every living minute of his life.
If he hadn't hid it from her all this time, it wouldn't be such a shock.
When did it happen?
Then she ran straight into the fence - like she didn't see it.
It was nice to hear English spoken without a Spanish accent.
It wasn't the first time she had gone to bed while he was out on a call, but it was the first time she had done so away from home.
Yeah, I think it's more like a miniature rodeo.
That's more like it.
Then he turned to do it all in reverse.
It was all just good clean fun.
Maybe he felt more comfortable thinking of it that way.
He wasn't going to buy it.
He was merely admiring it.
His gaze dropped to her face and wandered over it.
"It's over here," Jonathan said, leading them toward a large shed.
Now it seemed more like a vacation.
Pleasant as it was, they had to go back.
It is nice to have so many people to take care of your children, yes?
It's all sour grapes.
Mommy, is it Cwismas?
Is it too far to go to Austin? she asked.
Well, whatever we do, I'd like to do it as a family.
It seems like you've become the resident veterinarian and the vacation is over.
It wasn't something she had considered before, but another thought followed his.
Now his father was putting a damper on it with his all consuming, self-serving plots.
Felipa said it was supposed to be nice outside today.
It made a safe ball that didn't go far, which was perfect for Destiny.
It was the first time Carmen had seen Alondra actually laugh.
Was it possible that their accent was in large, contrived?
It was nice seeing Alondra like this.
She hiked it up and Felipa rolled her eyes.
I guess because the only one who should be looking at it is my husband.
"It's beautiful," she said breathlessly.
It is so slender and long.
Come. It's time for you to join the others.
Lifting the skirt slightly with one hand so she wouldn't trip on it, she let the other hand slide lightly down the banister for added balance.
It was a strange thing for a man to say.
It was something she had always liked about him, mostly because he was sincere about it.
I've never thought about it before.
It was a good thing he found it so amusing.
Yet he too was an excellent dancer - or maybe everyone's dancing skills were so much better than hers that it only appeared so to her.
For some reason it crossed her mind that he would be fun to know.
We all knew about his family, but the way he acted, it was as if he wanted to hide them from us.
"If it hadn't been for his sister, I probably still wouldn't know," he mused.
Most people would have said it was difficult for Alex.
When is it due?
What does it explain?
That was the first time she had said it to anyone.
It was a pleasure to meet you.
It wasn't true, of course.
In fact, it was ludicrous - but it still hurt.
Even as she thought it, she knew her anger had nothing to do with their heritage.
"You speak to each other across the room with your eyes," she said as if it were some incredible feat.
Of course, she could have used sign language, but that would have been distracting - and it wouldn't have been as personal.
It also revealed something that gave her pause for thought.
If it were totally innocent, he would have volunteered more information.
For a moment her heart beat overtime and it looked as though she might fall, but Alex smoothly caught her and stepped around, covering her fumbling so well that no one appeared to notice.
Alex wouldn't lie, but if he was given enough time to think about it, he could certainly evade the issue.
If it had been for both of them, they would have invited some of her friends - like Katie and Bill.
It wasn't my intent to hide anything from you.
Maybe he'd think about it next time.
Sweets usually made her thirstier - but it was wet.
It was far too sweet and had a bitter aftertaste.
He took the glass from her hand and sipped it.
He tipped the glass up and drained it.
That way you don't have to taste it.
She turned around so he could unzip it - which he did without hesitation.
She had to grab it to keep it from falling to the floor.
I don't like it when you're rough like that.
I thought it would be better if I slept here.
But it isn't more comfortable.
Actually, someone had spiked her punch and he drank it.
Who had handed it to her?
It was something Alex didn't need to know.
"It's alright," she said, standing.
"I love you," he whispered against her ear, nuzzling it.
Carmen took the picture from her hand and studied it.
It was a picture taken at the party and the focus was on Carmen and Alex.
It is for you.
I do not need it.
"Thank you," Carmen said as if it were a gift.
A spiked drink might seem harmless, but if a person was taking certain prescription drugs, it could be dangerous.
I did not know Alex would drink it.
But it would have been alright if I had?
Perhaps it was a foolish thing to do.
Dulce stared at her for a moment, as if considering it for the first time.
Why did you do it?
If he treats me differently than others, I'm sure it's because we are married.
That's unusual, I know, but we both like it that way.
I don't think of it that way.
Maybe she thought it was funny.
In fact, she said it was for me.
Maybe she thinks it's a miss-match for you.
It seemed unlikely that Señor Medena would invite Tessa.
Of course, it was possible that someone might harm her.
But I think it's important that we're both aware of what's going on, don't you?
I didn't realize what a mess it was.
He stood and walked over to the window, staring out it absently.
It isn't your fault.
Even a bird is smart enough to push the fledgling out of the nest when it fails to fly on its own.
It isn't that simple.
"Actually," he replied, "It is that simple.
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.
Carmen remained quiet for a few minutes, allowing him to think about it.
Are you sure that's the way you want it?
I don't want you to give it up because of me.
I'm saying their lives will be complicated enough without us adding problems to it.
It isn't your doing... or your responsibility to change it.
But eventually it would have caught up with you.
It was a good thing they didn't change after church, because everyone at the table was dressed as if going to church.
Was it another attempt to humiliate them - her?
He quickly opened it and pulled out the contents.
Marked on it in bold letters were the words "Baby A" and "Baby B".
"It could be a girl and a boy?" she asked hopefully.
Now it truly mattered how much money he had.
It no longer mattered how they were conceived, carried or delivered.
It's a strange feeling.
It's not a decision or a wish any more.
It's a reality - like morning sickness.
I hope it's not that unpleasant.
From that point on it was a nightmare.
It will be different this time, he said, cuddling her against his chest as if she were a child.
She clenched her hand and held it tight against her mouth so no sound would escape.
I should have shown it to you in private - prepared you for it.
If everyone would stop talking about it...
It was amazing how children honed in on parents emotions and sympathized.
No matter how sorry Alex was for what happened, or how many times he apologized or tried to make up for it, he couldn't remove the hurt.
Maybe it would always be there, but hopefully it would fade.
It might cross a person's mind now and then that their spouse might be unfaithful, but insisting on it for months was another thing.
Then why was it so difficult to forgive him?
Blindfolded, they knocked it around for a while until it broke, spilling candy all over the floor.
Jonathan knocked a lamp off the table and it shattered.
Jonathan froze, staring at it.
Alfonso assured him that it was no big deal - that Señor Medena would pay for it because he had lots of money.
If you break it, you replace it.
"It doesn't matter how much money he has," Alex interrupted.
I think a few days cleaning in the stable would pay for it.
Maybe some of it was soaking in.
Was that the way Morino thought of it?
Carmen looked up at his face and found it as stern as his voice.
I went along with it.
Anyway, it isn't any of her business.
You knew she intended it for you.
When I realized she intended to get you drunk it went all through me.
That was good, wasn't it?
In fact, he'd probably be horrified to know he slipped and did it now.
"It's Christmas Eve," she said softly.
Yet before the day was over, it was obvious that wasn't the case.
Well, she must have thought it was something.
He pulled the pajama top shut and started buttoning it without looking up.
In other words, it's none of my business.
It's not like that at all.
It wasn't that it was none of her business.
It was simply that he didn't want to tell her - which amounted to the same thing.
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.
It was Christmas morning and all was not well.
Surely it didn't take that long to tell him she felt abandoned.
Of course, it went a lot deeper than that.
It didn't seem like Christmas.
It was rude to act this way to hosts who had invited them into their home on such a special occasion.
Actually, it was how my family always celebrated Christmas.
"It sounds dull to me," Dulce said, and stood.
I started the dairy and everything I had went into getting it into the black.
I guess it does sound dull when I talk about it, but it's never dull to me, and Alex seems to be happy with things.
"It sounds delightful to me," Alondra said, leaning back on the couch.
Like Alex, it was impossible to guess what was going on in his mind by the expression on his face.
Part of it, of course, was Jonathan's nature.
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.
You're supposed to be taking care of me, but that isn't realistic 100% of the time, is it?
You keep telling me it's in the past - until you can dig it back up and throw it in my face again.
He was right, to a degree It isn't the past that I'm pitching you, Alex.
It's the lessons we learned from the past.
If you don't remember where you buried the bone, it isn't going to be much help when you get hungry later.
There's nothing you can do about this and there's no point in burdening you with it.
I'm sorry, sweetheart, but at least for now, I think it's better that you're not involved.
I don't see why it matters.
Whether we want to admit it or not, we all wish everyone would like us.
It would be good to get home - away from all the finery and hostility.
She opened it to find Señor Medena waiting outside.
Alex didn't answer and it went to his voice mail, so she left a message.
He says it's only a few miles away and we'll be right back.
She flipped the phone shut and put it back in the sheath.
The way he did it reminded her of Alex.
Again it struck her how much they were alike.
Something about it looked warm and cozy - like home.
Maybe because it had the same theme of wrought iron and ivory as the hacienda - and maybe they had been visiting too long.
You like it, yes?
Actually, it was way too much house as far as she was concerned, but she wasn't buying it.
"Maybe it's even nicer inside," She said with a forced smile.
It looked as stiff and formal as his hacienda did.
It had a quiet look of quality that was soothing.
Following Señor Medena up the stairs, she ran her hand along the smooth wood, enjoying the cool silky soft feel of it.
I really like the look of wood - especially when it looks this graceful.
Still, it did look stylish.
Señor Medena was watching her again in that strange way, as if it truly mattered what she thought.
It's just not my style.
Still, you like it, yes?
It was Alex and Morino.
As he rode into the yard, his expression made it clear that he didn't come to see the house.
It was a stupid question, of course.
Her face flamed as she thought of how it must have looked to Morino.
It was all her fault.
It was a good thing they were going home tomorrow.
He'd be following shortly, trying to make it look like he was the injured party.
It wasn't a question, but a flat statement.
He was making noises like his father was the one he didn't trust, but it wasn't that simple.
They were at it again - or at least Dulce was.
Dulce stopped the attack as suddenly as she started it.
"It is always Alex," Dulce continued in a bitter voice.
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