I thought that was the best way to carry her.
I can't imagine what he was thinking to hide a thing like that from you.
Well, if my cooking is that bad...
That was when Mary decided to relieve her mind of a troubling thought.
The suitcase didn't seem that heavy at the time.
He spoke so well that everybody was pleased.
At some point, that stopped bugging her and became an attraction.
It was the first time she thought of Katie that way.
Alex had provided the money to remodel the home, but insisted that it stay in her name only.
After that other people brought water from a brook and sprinkled the earth.
He stooped and picked up a bird's nest that had fallen upon the ground.
"What do you mean by that?" asked the little Wizard, greatly puzzled.
"If that is so," said the boy, "how could he do that wonderful trick with the nine tiny piglets?"
But not a sound had broken the stillness since the strangers had arrived, except that of their own voices.
That is, if Jim has had enough of the pink grass.
On that subject she was adamant.
It is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history of my life.
I wish you would go and fetch my satchel, two lanterns, and a can of kerosene oil that is under the seat.
I am greater than any thorn-covered sorcerer that every grew in your garden.
Here and there were groups of houses that seemed made of clear glass, because they sparkled so brightly.
I wonder why it is that we can walk so easily in the air.
But I've noticed that many queer things happen in fairy countries.
Two other baby birds were there, that had not fallen out.
No one could deny that Alex was a devoted husband and father.
There is no reason, that I can see, why they may not exist in the waters of this strange country.
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.
That idea was troublesome to Carmen as well.
When Josh died, Mary had indicated that she felt Carmen was at least partially responsible.
She wasn't vain enough to think that turned him to drinking, though.
Whatever the case, Mary questioned anything that might indicate discord between Carmen and Alex.
Would he be disappointed that Lori got it?
I perceive that you are curiously constructed, and that if you cannot breathe you cannot keep alive.
"I have an idea," said the Wizard, "that there are fishes in these brooks.
Eureka helped him by flying into the faces of the enemy and scratching and biting furiously, and the kitten ruined so many vegetable complexions that the Mangaboos feared her as much as they did the horse.
All I could think about was that I had a living father-in-law.
That was a no-brainer.
"Isn't that a great deal?" she asked, doubtfully.
It almost got us that time, Dorothy.
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.
But even that did not satisfy the Princess.
Pierre pushed his way into the middle of the group, listened, and convinced himself that the man was indeed a liberal, but of views quite different from his own.
All that did was to enwich the pwiests' sons and thieves and wobbahs....
The nobility don't gwudge theah lives--evewy one of us will go and bwing in more wecwuits, and the sov'weign" (that was the way he referred to the Emperor) "need only say the word and we'll all die fo' him!" added the orator with animation.
"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..."
He felt that his words, apart from what meaning they conveyed, were less audible than the sound of his opponent's voice.
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.
Glinka, the editor of the Russian Messenger, who was recognized (cries of "author! author!" were heard in the crowd), said that "hell must be repulsed by hell," and that he had seen a child smiling at lightning flashes and thunderclaps, but "we will not be that child."
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.
Did Alex think of her that way?
Did I ever tell you that you're the most handsome man I've ever seen?
"Later," he said with a grin that summoned the dimple below one eye.
If Alex knew that, he gave no indication - and she had no intention of telling him.
What are you going to hide from me that I haven't already seen?
That made all their children her aunts and uncles, and their grandchildren her cousins.
Apparently his greatest concern was the fact that his mother was married to his adoptive father at the time he was conceived.
That was a double-edged hurt, though, because Alex adored his adoptive father.
Alex swung around, his eyes twinkling with humor and that cute dimple teasing his cheek.
He wouldn't have approved - of that she was certain.
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.
The conductor helped her off the car and then the engineer started his train again, so that it puffed and groaned and moved slowly away up the track.
He laughed at that, and his laugh was merry and frank.
"I named my kitten that because I found it," she explained.
Dorothy thought he just wiggled one of his drooping ears, but that was all.
"Thought that train would never come," observed the boy.
I've waited at that station for five hours.
"That was an awful big quake," replied Zeb, with a white face.
The sudden rush into space confused them so that they could not think.
The top of the buggy caught the air like a parachute or an umbrella filled with wind, and held them back so that they floated downward with a gentle motion that was not so very disagreeable to bear.
Also, turning her head, she found that she could see the boy beside her, who had until now remained as still and silent as she herself.
Dorothy was too dazed to say much, but she watched one of Jim's big ears turn to violet and the other to rose, and wondered that his tail should be yellow and his body striped with blue and orange like the stripes of a zebra.
Then she looked at Zeb, whose face was blue and whose hair was pink, and gave a little laugh that sounded a bit nervous.
"As for that, we are in the same scrape ourselves," answered Dorothy, cheerfully.
All this was so terrible and unreal that he could not understand it at all, and so had good reason to be afraid.
"Look out!" cried Dorothy, who noticed that the beautiful man did not look where he was going; "be careful, or you'll fall off!"
Then, remembering the stones that had fallen with them and passed them long before they had reached this place, he answered:
"How can we do that?" asked the girl.
That I am not prepared to say.
We only know that yesterday came a Rain of Stones upon us, which did much damage and injured some of our people.
"By the way," said the man with the star, looking steadily at the Sorcerer, "you told us yesterday that there would not be a second Rain of Stones.
Yet one has just occurred that was even worse than the first.
Immediately the Prince and all of his people flocked out of the hall into the street, that they might see what was about to happen.
Far up in the air was an object that looked like a balloon.
It was all they could do, for to go away and leave that strange sight was impossible; nor could they hurry its fall in any way.
"Ah, you shall prove that," said the Prince.
The little man gave a bow to the silent throng that had watched him, and then the Prince said, in his cold, calm voice:
Some of the Mangaboos fell down and had to be dragged from the fire, and all were so withered that it would be necessary to plant them at once.
At once the Mangaboos began piling up the rocks of glass again, and as the little man realized that they were all about to be entombed in the mountain he said to the children:
One of the chairs pushed back from the table, and this was so astonishing and mysterious that Dorothy was almost tempted to run away in fright.
It is a simple premise and yet, at the same time, an article of faith—a faith that the future would be better than the past.
That is the one thing I have faith in!
Pierre went up to the circle that had formed round the speaker and listened.
The retired naval man was speaking very boldly, as was evident from the expression on the faces of the listeners and from the fact that some people Pierre knew as the meekest and quietest of men walked away disapprovingly or expressed disagreement with him.
Many voices shouted and talked at the same time, so that Count Rostov had not time to signify his approval of them all, and the group increased, dispersed, re-formed, and then moved with a hum of talk into the largest hall and to the big table.
That is the least we can do!
Not that I ever hear of.
In the first place, I tell you we have no right to question the Emperor about that, and secondly, if the Russian nobility had that right, the Emperor could not answer such a question.
Alex was supposed to be sterile, but they had been wrong about that.
Now that's splitting hairs.
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.
Thanks to Alex, that chore had been turned into a simple twist of a knob.
The coop was a comfortable 48°F - warm enough to keep the eggs from freezing, but cold enough that the chickens didn't get shocked by the temperature change when they went out of the coop.
For her, losing them was painful enough, but losing a mate - that would be agonizing.
She was equally certain that he would have loved them.
Katie said that was because Carmen had been raised poor and had become frugal.
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.
Assured that it had not, she turned back to him.
Well, that wasn't entirely true.
In fact, she had made a different decision about it so many times that his head must be spinning.
I've told myself that a hundred times.
I'll accept it now that it is certain.
She could have asked, but that might tip her hand.
She had to move a few things to make room, but that wasn't too hard.
The Christmas tree could only be seen from the back of the house, but that didn't matter.
The neighbors couldn't see into any of their windows, and they were far enough off the main road that the only traffic would be people coming to see them.
"It isn't the seating arrangements that bother me," he said.
I know it still galls you that he was willing to help pay for your college education, but not Katie's.
I guess that's a good question.
No doubt he didn't like being reminded that her dream could only be achieved by unnatural methods.
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.
We'll have to be careful about that with the new baby.
Do you realize that's the first time you've done that?
Hope that you'll start accepting me as your husband - your mate; not just a lover.
I didn't know you felt that way.
He had indicated enough times that he would like to see her in something a little more feminine and fashionable.
I mean, that they didn't feel this way all the time.
Had anyone actually told her that or had she merely assumed it?
Let's just leave it at that.
Do I look that bad?
I was so excited that I couldn't sleep, so I got up and dressed.
Do you know that?
Alex didn't look at Carmen, which was her first inkling that something was amiss.
Felipa looked to be in her early twenties and had a sunshine smile that made Carmen feel welcome.
That seemed unlikely, though.
Look at those big gray eyes and that beautiful red hair!
Maybe it was the soft accent that held her attention.
Felipa didn't seem to notice anything unusual in his attitude, so maybe he had always treated them that way.
The fact that there was nothing to protect her from was irrelevant.
That she doubted, but his tone was confident.
In that moment she cringed inwardly.
Still feeling the sobering effects of that cool regard, she forced a smile.
It simply wasn't like him to be rude like that.
That's what you get for waiting so long.
A wide porch stretched the length of the building, and above it were two balconies with black wrought iron banisters that curved out gracefully.
From the foyer, they entered a huge room with a wide staircase that curved gracefully from the balcony on the second floor.
Alex retrieved her from Felipa and shifted her so that she sat on his arm, one of her arms around his neck.
It crossed her mind that Alex might be more than uncomfortable in these surroundings.
Maybe it resurrected memories that were unpleasant - even painful.
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.
Like her father, the dark eyes that examined Carmen revealed little emotion.
And yet, there was something about her that suggested she was in uncharted waters - maybe body language.
He probably didn't realize that his hostility toward Señor Medena was being transferred to Jonathan as anxiety.
Does that mean I'm supposed to change, or that what I'm wearing is considered casual?
That's easy for you to say.
I guess that will do.
They swelled and blended smoothly - and that flat tummy was so masculine.
That pleased smile was on his lips again and his eyes held a glint of humor.
He'll be stuck to that TV for hours.
"I'll lock the door," he said, his lips returning to hers and lingering in a way that made her feel weak.
Not now implied later, but that didn't feel comfortable either.
"That's nice," Alex said quietly, focusing on his plate.
Jonathan leaned forward so that he had a full view of Señor Medena.
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?
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.
The belt buckle that deflected the knife from his heart was now irritating the scar.
What was that supposed to mean?
Maybe that was what Felipa was talking about - that she fussed over him too much.
Maybe it was jet lag - whatever that was.
Ah, that is good.
I'm asking that you don't punish Felipa.
I think that's sufficient.
I have been made acutely aware of that fact since I was a child.
We are back to that?
Now if that's all...
In that moment she was certain she saw something in his eyes - something akin to remorse.
If only Alex could talk to his father that way.
That night it stormed and then turned cold.
What's going on in that pretty head?
I know better than that.
But that was behind them.
That evening all the women got together to wrap gifts.
Felipa tipped her head to the side, as if she was considering that information.
I knew because he proved to me that I could trust him with my heart and soul - the way you trust your mother and father.
"Basically, that I require a lot of attention," Carmen said.
Do they resent that your father wants only a son for an heir?
He will see that the estate does not leave the family.
Maybe that was the problem.
"I thought I remembered you telling me that," he said, sitting down on the bed.
That's more like it.
How could anyone fall asleep that fast?
For the next two hours, the women talked delightfully about meaningless things that kept them laughing.
They rounded the corner of the building to see a group of men lounging against the fence, watching a display that made Carmen's blood run cold.
Will you show me how to do that?
Maybe he felt more comfortable thinking of it that way.
To me, a beautiful horse is one that looks friendly.
She was so worn out that she fell asleep at the table.
That night after Jonathan was in bed, Carmen turned to Alex.
High maint... who put that in your head?
You fell asleep alright, but we didn't get that far.
That better not be Dulce.
She slept so soundly that she didn't wake when Alex returned.
I didn't realize you felt that way.
He was growing up and she needed to keep that in mind - and some things off his mind.
It made a safe ball that didn't go far, which was perfect for Destiny.
They were having so much fun that even Alondra broke down and joined them.
How sad that she would be too proud to have fun.
That dress is really YOU!
In that moment of obvious joy, Alondra barely had an accent.
Was it possible that their accent was in large, contrived?
That made no sense.
You hide everything that is lovely.
For a minute there, I was ready to do just that.
Did you know that?
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.
The man, or boy, couldn't have been more than twenty, yet his steps were as sure as the hands that whirled her around the room.
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.
That was the extent of their conversation before Señor Medena cut in.
For some reason it crossed her mind that he would be fun to know.
Dancing with someone that tall was going to be... interesting.
She rested one hand on his upper arm and surrendered her other to a hand that engulfed hers.
"Well, I wouldn't worry about that," she said.
Truthfully, Gerald wasn't all that good a dancer.
Somehow that was a relief.
That must have been really difficult for you.
But then, that was obvious.
That was the first time she had said it to anyone.
What had happened that made him ditch everything he knew and come to Arkansas?
I guess the only thing he wanted more than that was a good woman and children.
Alondra smiled up at him in a way that suggested their relationship went farther than employment extended.
Why did he hide the fact that his first love would be here tonight?
Surely he must know that spending so much time with her might prove uncomfortable later.
Boy, did that sound familiar.
When he spotted her, that sweet chocolate gaze locked on her, visually embracing her from across the room.
Sometimes that's the only way you can reach each other.
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.
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.
He danced with you that often and didn't tell you his name?
Well, that explained a lot about him.
His gaze wandered over her face in that familiar way.
Possibly not, but that was the end result.
I guess I wasn't very polite, making a face like that.
That way you don't have to taste it.
They were so synchronized and fluid that Carmen asked Alex if they danced often.
I don't like it when you're rough like that.
Carmen rushed to him, but found that he was either asleep or passed out.
He wouldn't like that.
His lips covered hers in a long warm kiss that left her short of breath.
Not that one had anything to do with the other, but the technology of surrogacy would have been inconceivable back then.
I'm sure he doesn't think that.
"A little," Carmen responded, "but I suppose that's natural, given our relationship.
That's unusual, I know, but we both like it that way.
I don't think of it that way.
The other obvious fact was that Dulce didn't accept the inheritance issue.
I wasn't even aware that I was staring at her... there.
She had no particular concern about that part.
Why would she do that?
Why would she want to do that?
Maybe she thinks I'm the only thing keeping you from doing that.
It seemed unlikely that Señor Medena would invite Tessa.
As for the drink, there was no point in bringing that up.
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?
Señor Medena is doing that.
It isn't that simple.
"Actually," he replied, "It is that simple.
Otherwise, he'll have to live with the idea that it will no longer be in the family after he passes.
Are you sure that's the way you want it?
What could you give them here that you couldn't give them at home?
I doubt that... but you never know.
"That's stupid," Carmen gasped.
You know that, don't you?
She could believe that of Dulce, but not of Felipa.
Alondra was still a big question mark, but her gut said no to that idea too.
Did Alex think about that aspect?
I hope it's not that unpleasant.
The memory was poignant, overshadowed by events that took place after she told Alex she was expecting.
From that point on it was a nightmare.
If he had simply ignored her, she might have been able to get her emotions under control, but now a sob threatened so convincingly that she was afraid to breathe.
"I did not know," Felipa said in a voice that sounded stricken.
No doubt he told them that Alexia had died, because after Jonathan's statement, that would be easiest.
What would be different this time was the fact that he couldn't deny the babies were his - that and the fact that this time she had no uterus to lose.
She had to stop thinking about the past that way.
A part of her might never forgive him for what he did... and that was a dark part of her personality that she didn't want him to see.
Yet somewhere deep inside she feared that if he was capable of betrayal once, then he might be again.
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.
Mom used to say that people suspected in others what they had experienced or what they would do in the other person's shoes.
Alfonso assured him that it was no big deal - that Señor Medena would pay for it because he had lots of money.
Was that the way Morino thought of it?
For some reason that didn't seem likely.
That evening after Destiny and Jonathan were asleep, Carmen was picking up in their room.
Was that why she looked like she was going to cry?
That's different... and we're wandering off the point.
I thought your point was that I was trying to protect you.
I don't see how that's any different than you trying to protect me.
I want to be that way, Carmen.
That was good, wasn't it?
Carmen thought that might be the end of the conflict.
Yet before the day was over, it was obvious that wasn't the case.
That evening Alex and Dulce were standing in the entrance room.
Later that evening in their room Carmen asked him about the exchange.
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.
Destiny stared at Alex over Carmen's shoulder and Jonathan was so focused on Alex that he nearly ran into Alondra.
What was that all about?
Surely it didn't take that long to tell him she felt abandoned.
Of course, it went a lot deeper than that.
That was one way Alex had followed her lead.
He probably thought that she married Alex to realize her dream.
After that, I guess I was focused on just getting by.
That's when we all do things together.
On the other hand, maybe he was simply surprised that Alondra would want such a tame life.
You may do that tomorrow if you wish.
Alex should have been there to see that.
What's up with that, anyway?
You're supposed to be taking care of me, but that isn't realistic 100% of the time, is it?
He was right, to a degree It isn't the past that I'm pitching you, Alex.
I'm sorry, sweetheart, but at least for now, I think it's better that you're not involved.
His attitude toward her did an about face so obvious that even Jonathan noticed.
We accept that they don't, but we still want to feel welcome.
I told Morino last night that I would look at them before we left.
She longed to be with that Alex.
Felipa took Destiny to see a Disney movie, saying that Mama needed some time to herself.
Carmen couldn't deny that fact.
Well, she certainly couldn't deny that.
It had a quiet look of quality that was soothing.
A couple of wing-backed chairs and sofa sank luxuriously into that thick wine carpet, but what caught her full attention was the wide curving staircase.
The master bedroom had wooden patio doors that opened on a balcony facing east.
Señor Medena was watching her again in that strange way, as if it truly mattered what she thought.
Your new couple can always change that part if they want to.
As he rode into the yard, his expression made it clear that he didn't come to see the house.
When Morino rode far enough ahead so that he couldn't hear their conversation, Carmen finally spoke to Alex.
"He's a male," Alex snapped, "and the fact that a woman is already married doesn't discourage him.
That was all today amounted to - a manipulation.
Swiftly behind that thought came another.
That would change when they got home.
He was making noises like his father was the one he didn't trust, but it wasn't that simple.
Dulce was so angry that tears were rolling down her face.
What have you two been arguing about, and why did you kiss your brother like that?
That is the way it should be, Mama says.
How long did he think he could hide them - or avoid them, for that matter?
If Katie hadn't disclosed that incident to her before she met Alex, would he have revealed that facet of his past?
To her, the idea was ludicrous, and yet, it probably looked that way to Dulce.
Was that what they had been arguing about?
Was that why Alex didn't want to talk to her about it?
He's been clear enough about that, and yet it's being pushed on him.
Was that what Dulce was arguing with him about - that he didn't know what he wanted?
That familiar cold feeling washed over her again with a wave that was staggering.
You've got that much right.
Looking into that semi-sweet chocolate gaze, it was easy to understand why Dulce lost her composure.
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.
No matter what she said, getting him back meant financial security - a roof over her head and everything that went along with it.
But then, he had made it clear from the start that he didn't want any of them in his life.
That wasn't going to be the answer, and he must know that by now.
With that in mind, she went downstairs to collect her valuables.
Not that it mattered at this point.
It wasn't in him to do that.
That was all it took.
She eagerly slid into his embrace and welcomed the warm lips that sought hers.
Later as she lay awake beside him, listening to the sound of his breathing, it occurred to her that they had fallen into the pattern of making up by making love.
When did that start - and was it a good thing?
In any case, there was nothing that couldn't wait to be discussed at home.
Alex wore a light blue sweater that accentuated his dark complexion and Jonathan was dressed likewise.
You look cute like that.
In fact, maybe that was why Dulce didn't come to breakfast.
That thought ushered in another.
Within a few minutes the plane was dipping and rising in a way that made her stomach roll uncomfortably.
Carmen was so tired that the icy wind failed to keep her awake.
"There, you don't need that now," Alex said gently.
Alex sat up and leaned over her, speaking softy in a voice that was little more than a whisper.
How did he always manage to do that?
Maybe that was it.
Of course she loved him, but somewhere inside she still cringed at that sinful word.
That's what's been bothering me all this time.
His eyes flashed humor that obediently avoided his lips.
I've been so focused on sin that I have been...
That I've been making you miserable.
With that behind her, she turned to another subject - one equally disturbing.
Outside of that time Señor Medena and Felipa were both present every minute that Tessa was there.
Alex and Jonathan wanted to help decorate, but there were some basic things that could be done.
The fact that they were expecting two babies instead of one made it more of a challenge.
Would she ever reach the point that she felt comfortable about spending the money he had earned before they met?
Of course, that didn't mean much.
That wasn't the case.
Backing out of that file, she went into another.
She blinked and read it again, counting the zeros to assure that she had read it properly.
His excuse for going to Columbia had been that they needed money.
Dulce was certain that he would return to his roots eventually.
Sure, he said her lifestyle appealed to him, but was that because it was something new?
It was in his nature, and it was something that wasn't going to change.
When Alex came home that evening, Jonathan was in his room painting and Destiny was topping off her nap.
Actually, what I said was that no one got to the point that they couldn't use more money.
Was that where his father got all that money?
"I hopped things would be different when we got back home - that we would stop all this bickering," he said crisply.
Alex didn't like any kind of discord, which generally meant that she shouldn't contest anything he said or did.
He didn't tell her about the money because it would lead to questions - both about the money and the fact that he had been hiding it from her.
Considering the problems they presented, she could hardly blame him for that.
Had they argued that much at his father's house?
This wasn't about what he had hidden from her or the fact that he had left her alone for two weeks to go to Columbia.
If that Alex returned to his roots, there was no reason she couldn't be at his side.
More than that, he was willing to make concessions - in front of the children.
I shouldn't have talked to you that way.
That sweet chocolate gaze softened and a smile touched the corners of his mouth.
In that small house, there were few secrets.
That was the end of the conversation and neither of them brought the subject up again that night.
Maybe it was anger that prompted him to make the remark about her spending his money, but he never apologized about it specifically.
So you're back to that again.
I thought you had finally accepted that the money belonged to both of you.
I did, but apparently that status changed.
He commented the other day that I was spending his money.
Now what brought on that comment?
I imagine that took a chunk out of his savings.
So you wondered how he got that much money.
I didn't ask him that.
I reminded him that he said he went to Columbia because he needed the money.
He admitted that he actually went because he had connections - heritage.
Grab that pan and come over here to the table.
I guess I should have told you that.
I'm not all that secretive, but you were the one who kept telling me that if he wanted you to know, he'd tell you.
One way to do that is to make sure they don't have all the facts.
He's a lot like his father - in a LOT of ways, but don't tell him that.
I always thought that was funny.
I always wondered if that was why Mom and Dad split up for a while - because Mom was used to a different lifestyle and social circle.
That was when Mom and Señor Medena started hanging out together anyway - the first time.
Can you imagine that?
Señor Medena wasn't too happy about that.
I think that's why Alex feels the way he does about money.
You know the rest of that story.
Mom told me that Dad forgave her for her affair with Señor Medena.
Carmen met a playful mocking gaze that reminded her of Alex.
In that instant she realized something else.
Considering her own feelings about Alex, and the fact that he was a lot like his father, it wasn't hard to imagine that his mother never got over Señor Medena.
I'm sure that had a lot to do with it - that and the connections.
She considered that thought and then amended.
When we were in Texas, I got the feeling that Señor Medena loved Alex - that he was saddened by the way Alex rejected him.
Carmen felt the full weight of a question that had no answer.
Alex was a love child - of that she was certain.
My guess is that he meant exactly what he said.
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.
That's where my part came from.
He had access to his part much earlier than I did, so he was able to make some investments that really paid off.
My guess is that most of the savings came from Señor Medena, though.
I guess that's what they mean by cutting off your nose to spite your face.
Okay, we've already established that Alex is secretive.
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?
If you mention his name to Alex, you'll find out why she feels that way.
In fact, I think Uncle Fabrice had him convinced that he couldn't sell a cheeseburger to a starving man.
All I know is that he gets defensive when I mention Uncle Fabrice.
Why would he do that?
Surely he wouldn't have gone down there to help if he felt that way.
On the other hand, how could Alex be a positive influence if his Uncle truly felt that way?
Part of it was simply his nature - and that part was sweet and selfless.
Since his current office was directly across from their bedroom, it seemed a better place for babies that Alex said could be born early.
Maybe that was why he was the first to notice when she developed a fever.
Is it that bad?
The noise from the machine that circulated the oxygen frightened her.
Is that because of the infection?
Carmen was so exhausted that after Bill picked up Katie, she went to bed.
That would be a big help.
By that time she was hungry and decided to make a deal with the night shift.
Carmen assigned responsibility for that to herself because she didn't notice early enough that Destiny was sick.
Alex said it might not have made any difference, and reminded her that she needed to think positive.
That wasn't easy to do when a person was physically and emotionally exhausted.
Instead, she decided to use that extra hour to take a relaxing bath.
They have her in pull-ups now and she's not happy about that.
Just keep thinking that... and praying.
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.
Later she remembered that Alex had asked her to call him if there was any change.
I heard they had the airport cleared for flights now that it's stopped snowing.
Destiny coughed and sat up with a wale that sounded more like a broken growl.
For the first time, it crossed Carmen's mind that he was kind of cute.
Felipa definitely needed his help with chartering the helicopter, but he could have done that from Houston.
Mom used to say that children and dogs weren't fooled by people.
Who would have thought he would become attached to a child that was neither his own blood nor male?
He spoke so clearly and with such conviction that Carmen wondered if he was thinking about Alex.
More important, though, was the fact that he believed the child should not suffer for the sins of the parent.
That didn't sound very nice.
That sounds like her fever finally broke.
Crackling is much better than that faint wheezing.
The line was silent for so long that she checked her phone to see if the call had been dropped.
"I'm still here," he said in a tone that sounded tired.
"You don't know that for sure, Alex," she said gently.
I mean, you don't need to do that.
Not that it was going to help.
At worst... she didn't want to think about that.
Señor Medena would take care of him and see that he got to the hospital if he needed to go.
That was what mattered right now.
Sometimes the way Alex looked at him when he was talking - times when he was actually listening to him - it seemed to her that he felt that close bond.
Maybe it was more than that.
If Alex forgave his father, would he want to return to that lifestyle?
Alex might have convinced himself that he wanted a simpler lifestyle.
At the end of January, Princess gave birth to the first foal on the ranch that wasn't sired by Ed.
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