The horse did not stir.
This might be the most difficult decision she would ever make.
As it came to a stop the conductor called out in a loud voice.
But all along, they believed they would ultimately prevail—and not just win the war, but also do something epic that would change the course of history for all time.
And yet, didn't clinical words like selective reduction and gestational carrier mask the facts?
She had the most expressive face he had ever seen.
Getting around in front, so that she could look inside, the girl saw a boy curled up on the seat, fast asleep.
I've tumbled through the air long enough to make me contented on this roof.
"Cheep! cheep! cheep!" came from the wet grass.
"Heavens! what a virulent attack!" replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception.
The family on my father's side is descended from Caspar Keller, a native of Switzerland, who settled in Maryland.
But I wish we could find a way to get to the ground.
"What is the matter here?" asked the first lawyer, whose name was Speed.
The boy was startled and his eyes were big.
These they could not see, but they could feel them pelting the buggy top, and Jim screamed almost like a human being when a stone overtook him and struck his boney body.
He was going to call the doctor.
Didn't you feel the ground shake?
I thought that was the best way to carry her.
Eureka walks on the air all right.
With a wild neigh of terror the animal fell bodily into the pit, drawing the buggy and its occupants after him.
They even agreed to take care of the animals while Alex and Carmen took their first vacation.
She climbed into the buggy and he followed her.
Zeb shook the reins and urged him to go, but Jim was stubborn.
She walked toward it and found the horse tied to a tree and standing motionless, with its head hanging down almost to the ground.
"Goodness!" she cried, grasping the iron rail of the seat.
She set down the bird-cage and poked the boy with her parasol.
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.
"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.
Soon he reached the street and disappeared through a glass doorway into one of the glass buildings.
He parked the truck in front of the house and headed down the hill.
There were sparks between them from the start.
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.
The shed at Hugson's Siding was bare save for an old wooden bench, and did not look very inviting.
"He eats enough to get fat, I'm sure," said the boy, gravely.
"As for that, we are in the same scrape ourselves," answered Dorothy, cheerfully.
"Of course," growled the horse, "and then we shall be sorry it happened."
"Look out!" cried Dorothy, who noticed that the beautiful man did not look where he was going; "be careful, or you'll fall off!"
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.
Then the boy picked up the reins, shook them, and said "Gid-dap!"
There was a breath of danger in the very air, and every few moments the earth would shake violently.
"Of course; can't you see?" and again the kitten wandered into the air and back to the edge of the roof.
"Maybe Jim will go," continued Dorothy, looking at the horse.
"Oh, it's only some old robins!" said the second lawyer, whose name was Hardin.
I must put in an appearance there, said the prince.
I have travelled a good deal in Concord; and everywhere, in shops, and offices, and fields, the inhabitants have appeared to me to be doing penance in a thousand remarkable ways.
The sudden rush into space confused them so that they could not think.
Far below her she found six great glowing balls suspended in the air.
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.
"Awful big!" answered the boy.
Isn't it funny? asked the kitten.
Around it were arranged, like the five points of a star, the other five brilliant balls; one being rose colored, one violet, one yellow, one blue and one orange.
The buggy seemed almost new, for it had a shiny top and side curtains.
Just then the buggy tipped slowly over upon its side, the body of the horse tipping also.
Dorothy grabbed fast hold of the buggy top and the boy did the same.
We are somewhere in the middle of the earth, and the chances are we'll reach the other side of it before long.
"We're coming to something now," announced the horse.
At this they both put their heads over the side of the buggy and looked down.
They seemed to be falling right into the middle of a big city which had many tall buildings with glass domes and sharp-pointed spires.
Jim the horse had seen these spires, also, and his ears stood straight up with fear, while Dorothy and Zeb held their breaths in suspense.
The roof beside them had a great hole smashed through it, and pieces of glass were lying scattered in every direction.
"None of us has had breakfast," said the boy; "and in a time of danger like this it's foolish to talk about eating."
I can see plenty of nice gardens and fields down below us, at the edge of this city.
She smiled to herself - and not always because he rubbed her the wrong way.
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.
They are too young to fly, and the mother bird is making a great fuss about it.
After the war was over the family moved to Memphis, Tennessee.
They have no friend Iolaus to burn with a hot iron the root of the hydra's head, but as soon as one head is crushed, two spring up.
This would be the only attempt they would make.
"What can one say about it?" replied the prince in a cold, listless tone.
This was the final step.
The kids are asleep and we're alone.
Jumping out of the buggy he put Dorothy's suit-case under the seat and her bird-cage on the floor in front.
"Thought that train would never come," observed the boy.
"How is Uncle Henry?" she enquired, after a pause during which the horse continued to trot with long, regular strides.
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.
Swiftly they drew near to the flaming colored suns, and passed close beside them.
"We've got to come to the bottom some time," remarked Zeb, with a deep sigh.
They saw a landscape with mountains and plains, lakes and rivers, very like those upon the earth's surface; but all the scene was splendidly colored by the variegated lights from the six suns.
"Stith! stith! stith!" came from the leafy branches above them.
They saw the mother robin flying about, and crying to her mate.
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.
So he moved the cars slowly and with caution.
In a few minutes they had forgotten about the birds.
He walked out of the room chuckling.
It had to be the new baby.
"Where's my milk?" asked the kitten, looking up into Dorothy's face.
"I don't know," answered the boy, looking around him curiously.
A nearby steeple had been broken off short and the fragments lay heaped beside it.
But not a sound had broken the stillness since the strangers had arrived, except that of their own voices.
His clothing fitted his form snugly and was gorgeously colored in brilliant shades of green, which varied as the sunbeams touched them but was not wholly influenced by the solar rays.
"Does the air bear up your weight?" asked the girl.
You are staying the whole evening, I hope?
When the Civil War broke out, he fought on the side of the South and became a brigadier-general.
As the nation grew, so did what came to be called the American Dream.
His warm hands slid under her jacket, caressing her back through the thin T-shirt.
Alex walked into the room, smiling when he saw what she had done.
Slowly carrying the full cups into the living room, she handed one to Alex.
The suitcase didn't seem that heavy at the time.
As she left the kitchen, his voice followed her.
The holiday weekend passed pleasantly.
I'm as hungry as the horse is, and I want my milk.
But he did not wish the little girl to think him a coward, so he advanced slowly to the edge of the roof.
Such a house my father built after the Civil War, and when he married my mother they went to live in it.
From the garden it looked like an arbour.
He reached the edge of the tall roof, stepped one foot out into the air, and walked into space as calmly as if he were on firm ground.
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.
All the papers had been signed and the money provided.
On the other hand, the dream was in her head, not his.
It isn't the first time I've cooked.
The weather was balmy, adding to the enjoyment of the day.
Strolling down to the footbridge, she leaned on the railing.
Staring out the bay window at the old house, she abandoned her coffee cup on the window sill.
The fire snapped as it grew.
At this point, abandoning the two fertilized eggs might be a worse sin.
No, but I can't sit on the fence forever - and I do want another baby.
He hadn't caused the miscarriage.
She pushed the thought from her mind and turned to him.
Pulling his head down, she met warm lips again and surrendered to the passion he always managed to arouse.
If anything could take her mind off the worry of surrogacy, he could.
Right or wrong, the decision had been made.
In the meantime, Thanksgiving was coming up - and then Christmas.
Why don't we go out for supper tonight - just us and the kids?
I'll be in the kitchen... when you get decent.
That served another purpose when the conversation turned to the possibility of another child.
Mr. Reynolds was indifferent to the subject.
Like Alex, he saw the logic in surrogacy, as did Bill.
Whatever the case, Mary questioned anything that might indicate discord between Carmen and Alex.
She went to the coop first and watered the chickens.
Back outside, she headed for the barn.
Still, she said, returning her attention to the old house.
He got down from his horse and very gently took the little ones up in his big warm hands.
Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness.
In the midst of a conversation on political matters Anna Pavlovna burst out:
"I'll get us some coffee," she said, heading for the kitchen.
Alex had been the one who helped her see them as true family, and yet he was having issues accepting his own father.
Apparently his greatest concern was the fact that his mother was married to his adoptive father at the time he was conceived.
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.
They circled the room twice before a hand reached up and tapped Alex on the shoulder.
She sat up, pulling the blanket around her nightgown and shivered.
For the next three days the clinic would be closed.
He needed the rest.
The balmy weather of Thanksgiving Day had given way to a frosty day after.
No more searching for frozen half-tires in the snow and stomping the water out of them.
She fed them and gathered the few eggs they had laid after she gathered them yesterday.
Alex had promised the foal to Jonathan and he had already named it Eureka.
He slapped her on the backside playfully as she passed.
With his return to work, things at the house shifted to a faster pace.
She stepped forward and pulled the newspaper down with one hand.
She came to the airport with him.
At any rate, the Medena hacienda was impressive.
I think she was merely directing the comment at you because she thought you might want to know.
The man sitting at the other end of the table was introduced to them as Morino el capataz - their foreman, Morino.
Not even a year had passed since the stabbing, but he had been doing well.
Removing his hands from the wall, he placed them on her shoulders, pulling her closer.
Felipa tipped her head to the side, as if she was considering that information.
On the way across the open water, they saw several dolphins.
By the time they got back and dressed for supper, Destiny's eyelids were drooping.
She was so worn out that she fell asleep at the table.
Remembering what Felipa had said about the girls being out of a home if Alex refused the inheritance, she smiled.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Alex watching her.
I can hardly wait for the new baby.
"We have plenty of room at the house," Alex stated brusquely.
"We've all been working on the room for the baby," Carmen added.
The grin faded and he started to look frightened.
We're the guests of honor tonight.
Tessa was the girl who left him standing at the altar once.
He had loved a singer, but he had married the farmer's daughter.
His gaze traveled over her face expressionlessly as they danced away from the spot.
My, aren't you the night owl tonight - the boy who has been dancing with me half the night.
He said I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
The smile warmed his eyes.
The smile broadened, including the dimple.
Alex wouldn't lie, but if he was given enough time to think about it, he could certainly evade the issue.
She was invited to the party.
So the party was actually for him, not both of them.
After all, he knew Katie too, but they only wanted the people he knew before he met his wife - excluding his sister.
As the dance came to an end, she gazed up at him.
When it slowed for the drive, the dust caught up, hiding it in a swirling cloud.
Leaving her thoughts behind, she started up the hill to meet Alex.
He walked down the hill, pausing a reverent moment at the headstone, and then ducked under a limb as he continued down the hill.
His shoulders swayed gracefully, the open denim jacket swinging loosely in the breeze.
He reached her and turned, walking beside her as they started back up the hill to the house.
Would she ever outgrow the things mama had taught her?
The voice and words belonged to Josh, and yet he had been dead for more than two years.
As they continued toward the house, he cleared his throat.
The doctor called today to see if my condition had improved with the medication.
He was head of the house - the one who made final decisions.
Clutching her light jacket closer, she turned toward the house.
They entered the house and she glanced at the dark fireplace.
Without answering, he headed for the fireplace and opened the wood box.
In the kitchen she removed two mugs from the holder and reached for the coffee pot.
Alex was doing everything in his power to provide her with all the experiences of a natural mother.
She gazed down at him as he knelt beside the fire.
Did I ever tell you that you're the most handsome man I've ever seen?
She sighed and walked over to the window seat.
"Later," he said with a grin that summoned the dimple below one eye.
Once the fire of passion was gone, it was embarrassing.
After dressing and freshening up, she found him in the kitchen wolfing down a sandwich.
He stood and tossed the last bite into his mouth, washing it down with the last of his milk.
She followed him out the door and watched as he hopped into the truck and started the engine.
Turning the truck around, he headed back down the drive.
Carmen and Alex hosted Thanksgiving Dinner for all the family they had in Arkansas.
When Carmen's father died, she thought she was alone in the world, yet all these people had been there for her.
She didn't like putting her mother's old China in the dishwasher.
Carmen stopped washing the dish in her hand and stared at Mary in mute silence.
Mary added another plate to the stack.
She placed the dish in the rack and glanced at Katie.
I don't know if he is actually trying to hide things, or simply doesn't know how to initiate the subject.
Katie picked up the plate, her focus on Carmen.
Carmen shrugged again, plunging her hands into the warm dishwater.
Katie wiped the plate slowly with a dishtowel.
The deeper the feeling, the more he attempted to cover it.
Just about time I think the two of you are making progress, something like this comes up.
Alex got a relief when the conversation turned to something else and stayed there for the rest of the evening.
The radio had shifted into Christmas mode with one song after another.
A trip back to the house to drop off the eggs revealed a house still silent.
She scooped up some oats and fed each of the horses.
I'll watch the kids.
Alex leaned forward and placed his hands, fists down, on the desk.
I'm not asking you to punish the men.
Thank you for the necklace and earrings.
First of all, I wasn't the only one involved.
"What is your name?" said Dorothy, thinking she liked the boy's manner and the cheery tone of his voice.
Dorothy had a green streak through the center of her face where the blue and yellow lights came together, and her appearance seemed to add to his fright.
Suddenly a man appeared through a hole in the roof next to the one they were on and stepped into plain view.
He was not a very large man, but was well formed and had a beautiful face--calm and serene as the face of a fine portrait.
"Eureka weights only about half a pound," replied the horse, in a scornful tone, "while I weigh about half a ton."
They'll die down there in the grass, said the third lawyer, whose name I forget.
But the fourth lawyer, whose name was Abraham Lincoln, stopped.
Then he looked up to find the nest from which they had fallen.
The Regular Worker who Risks it All and Strikes it Rich.
The Garage Tinkerer who Invents The Next Big Thing.
By the midpoint of the twentieth century, America's dreamers were preoccupied with the future—and not just any old future, but the great and glorious future that seemed inevitable.
Everywhere you turned, people were speculating about, or building models of, the "House of Tomorrow," the "Car of Tomorrow," or the "Workplace of Tomorrow."
I lived, up to the time of the illness that deprived me of my sight and hearing, in a tiny house consisting of a large square room and a small one, in which the servant slept.
It is a custom in the South to build a small house near the homestead as an annex to be used on occasion.
Who made them serfs of the soil?
Alex chuckled and relinquished the remainder of the waltz to him.
What was he disappointed about - the new baby?
But then, she hadn't approved of his drinking or the way he treated Lori either.
Then there was the money he left to Carmen.
A long sigh escaped her lips as she slid back down under the covers.
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.
When she opened the barn door, the Appaloosa mare lifted her head over her stall and nickered.
At least at this point, the old house was paying for itself.
Alex met her at the door, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.
I figured you could use the rest.
She grabbed the coffee cup and took a sip as she stepped around him.
I'll take care of the others if you want to watch the kids.
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.
And stop this necking before the kids come in.
She picked up her coffee cup and took another sip, her eyes searching his over the rim.
He intended it as a joke, but the memory it resurrected was painful.
The household account he had set up for her was healthy and growing with the monthly deposits he made.
One day they were sitting at the table working on coloring books when Alex came home early.
Carmen glanced quickly outside to see if the threatening snow had arrived.
I just thought it would be fun for the man to tell the wife this for once.
For one terrifying moment the enormity of what they had done brought her close to panic.
But you're still not comfortable with the decision, are you?
I hope you accept this by the time the baby is born.
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.
They had to move forward, and leave the past behind them.
The unknown can be worse than reality, and she had no idea what to expect on the flight.
As it was, the kids might pick up on her fear and emulate.
On the other hand, Alex exuded confidence.
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.
The day before they were scheduled to leave, Alex came home from work and asked to see the tickets.
"Soon enough," she said, tucking the tickets back into her purse.
The roast will be ready in about 15 minutes.
"It isn't the seating arrangements that bother me," he said.
He picked up the newspaper she had set out for him and started to read.
He lowered the newspaper and his steady gaze met hers.
He lifted the paper and started to read again.
I'll get supper on the table.
He rolled up the newspaper and hit her playfully on the backside as she walked away.
Alex stood and walked down the hall.
A few minutes later his deep voice drifted back down the hall as he discussed something with her.
Jonathan came in as Carmen was setting the table.
A few minutes later they all marched in and took their places at the table.
Do the Sanders know where everything is and what needs to be done with the animals?
"Dad," Jonathan said, "When we get the new baby, where will we put him when we ride in the car?"
I didn't have much of an idea about the cost of raising children then, either.
To him, it was no different than artificially inseminating a cow at his clinic... well, the concept wasn't.
Alex glanced at Jonathan and then rubbed the top of his head.
The answer came swiftly - because she no longer thought of him as adopted.
Do you think Jonathan might feel left out when the new baby comes?
He pulled the undershirt over his head before answering.
We'll have to be careful about that with the new baby.
Shucking the last of her underclothes, she reached for her nightgown.
Do you realize that's the first time you've done that?
She jerked her head up and stared at him, letting the nightgown fall loosely around her body.
She glanced down at the long flannel nightgown.
He was going to like the clothes she bought for the trip.
Besides, it was time to replace some of the things she'd been wearing since before they were married.
Grabbing her hands, he pushed her back on the bed and held her down.
Still, the feel of his hand was reassuring.
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.
Maybe it was the soft accent that held her attention.
Alex helped the man get the luggage into the trunk and then hurried to assist Carmen into the car before the man could touch her.
Alex climbed into the car beside Carmen and placed his arm protectively on the back of the seat behind her neck.
The fact that there was nothing to protect her from was irrelevant.
Is the ranch far from here?
Señor Medena was watching Alex, but from the corner of her eye Carmen could see Alex was looking out the window.
Surely he didn't intend to be verbally invisible the entire visit.
Is the gulf far from here?
His empty gaze shifted momentarily from the window to her face.
This wasn't the Alex she knew.
Still feeling the sobering effects of that cool regard, she forced a smile.
Alex had directed the little he said to her only.
She leaned back against his arm, watching his profile as he looked out the window.
He asked her to go back to Houston with him, enticing her with rides on the beach - and love all night.
The smile came slowly, warming his eyes - touching them with humor.
When her attention returned to the others, she caught Señor Medena and Felipa watching them.
The expression on Felipa's face reflected both humor and interest.
For the remainder of the trip to the ranch, Alex remained in a good mood.
It was a hacienda, not a ranch, and Señor Medena was the patrón.
More than likely the correction was to prevent her from being embarrassed.
The three-story building looked big enough to cover a city block.
A wide porch stretched the length of the building, and above it were two balconies with black wrought iron banisters that curved out gracefully.
The porch posts were black metal with a filigree design.
Of course, they didn't have the same mother, either.
Like her father, the dark eyes that examined Carmen revealed little emotion.
"Let me show you to your rooms," Felipa said, taking Carmen by the arm.
After she left the room, Carmen glanced down at her dress and then at Alex.
Amusement twinkled in his eyes and played with the corners of his mouth.
I wish everyone wore rose-colored glasses the way you do.
Why don't you put her on the bed in their room?
As he started toward the doorway to their room, she called after him.
And leave the door open, would you?
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.
Alex walked in and closed the door to the other bedroom.
She frowned, looking at the suitcase.
He pulled the shirt tails out of his pants and shucked it.
The white athletic undershirt contrasted attractively with his bronzed skin.
The muscles on his chest and arms were not well defined.
He tossed the shirt on the bed and walked silently to her.
The smile faded and his expression became ardent.
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.
All the same, he was the one who broke the embrace.
"Give me?" she teased, trying to lighten the mood.
"Not for them." he said, and turned to the bathroom.
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.
She'd start feeling more comfortable with the room.
Señor Medena sat at the head of the long dining table, his three daughters on his left.
The boy who sat beside him was his son.
Apparently the duo was considered part of the family.
When Jonathan spoke, the distraction was welcome.
Alex captured her hand and forced her to drop the potatoes.
Carmen grabbed a napkin and began wiping the mashed potatoes from her hand.
"You're supposed to eat with a spoon or a fork," she instructed calmly as she finished wiping the little hand.
Carmen glanced around the table, but everyone seemed to be more amused than disturbed... everyone but Señor Medena.
She will have the baby for us because I have no womb, but it is our baby.
Carmen kicked Alex under the table.
She had enough for the entire family.
When the kids were settled in their room, she turned on Alex.
Did the cat get your tongue at the table?
She sank to the bed.
I agreed to this and I want the baby as much as you do.
He shoved her back on the bed playfully.
He crawled onto the bed and lay down beside her, his expression becoming sober.
The kids are asleep.
Maybe he was thinking about Alexia, but that was still on their land, in the old house before it was renovated.
Yet Señor Medena never left the house.
Instead, Felipa met them at the corral.
As he turned the horse around, he eyed the men suspiciously.
Then the horse bunched up under him.
When they turned around, Alex was still on the horse.
The men cheered as he turned the horse and rode it out of the corral.
Waiting until they were out of view from the men at the corral, Carmen rode up beside Alex.
Unbuckling his belt, he pulled his shirt up and examined the knife scar on his abdomen.
Pressing on the scar, he winced.
The belt buckle that deflected the knife from his heart was now irritating the scar.
The shock of what happened gave way to fury as Felipa turned back to them.
We would not let him get on the horse with Destiny.
The rest of the ride was pleasant.
Apparently the horse knew the rider meant business, because it didn't act up again.
Still, by the time they returned, Alex looked exhausted.
He had probably been hurting during the ride, but refused to say anything.
Yet the next morning he acted normal - even cheerful.
The men did not know of the wound.
Felipa will be punished for her part in the incident.
The men are as guilty as she is.
Señor Medena motioned to the door.
He paused at the door to wait for her.
He closed the door and they walked several yards down the hall before he spoke.
He instantly gave in to chase her down the hall.
Alex tossed her into the air.
He took Carmen by the hand and leaned close to her ear.
At home, presents were under the tree, waiting for their return.
Alex had asked one of the men go into town and rent a car for them.
While he showered, she straightened up the room.
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.
Rinsing the razor, he laid it aside and wiped his face with the towel.
He turned from the mirror and gazed down at her solemnly.
Finally he put a hand on the wall on each side of her head.
"So, shut the door," he said, his voice strained, and drew her into his arms, seeking her lips again in a hungry way.
Let's get the kids ready to go.
Felipa met them in the main room downstairs.
Thank you for getting me off the hook.
For the first time it mattered to her.
Not because she wanted the money, but because it might become an issue.
The last time he made a business trip to Columbia, he had said they needed the money.
It had provided the opportunity for him to accuse her of being unfaithful.
The shopping trip was exciting because it was so close to Christmas, but otherwise uneventful.
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.
That evening all the women got together to wrap gifts.
Has Alex told you about the party?
In the first place, he didn't consider this home.
Her dark eyes fixed on Carmen, eagerly waiting for the rest of the story.
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.
Felipa stared at the wall, deep in thought for a few minutes.
Carmen caught her breath - and the denial.
It was Alex who talked her into the IVF, but what did it matter?
It was the way she wanted it as well.
The room was silent for a few minutes after they left.
Felipa considered the question a moment and then her brows resumed their normal position.
Oh, you think Alex feels like you want his attention all the time?