Marriage, Bravo Style!. Christine Rimmer

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      “See you then.” She hung up in a very cool and collected manner.

      And then she let out a whoop of excitement, jumped to her feet and set off at a wild run around the condo, from her office, to her bedroom, back down the hall, around the living room, dining room and kitchen area. She stopped at the counter by the sink, got down a glass, went to the water cooler and poured herself a drink, which she drained in one gulp, plunking the glass down hard when it was empty.

      “Yes!” she shouted, loud and proud, not even caring that she was acting more like a preteen at a Jonas Brothers concert than a grown woman with a real job and a home of her own.

      Rogan Murdoch thought she was charming and gorgeous.

      And she would be seeing him tomorrow night—and Sunday, as well.

      But first, there was lunch with her mother Saturday afternoon.

      A year ago, Luz Cabrera had sold the beautiful Spanish-style house that Javier had built for the family. She’d moved into a smaller place near the office where she worked as a Realtor.

      “What do I need with all this space?” she’d asked when she’d put the family home on the market. “It echoes of the life we knew, all of us, our family, together. That life is over. It’s time I moved on.”

      They had lunch at the new house, out on the patio in the shade of a Mexican live oak. The house backed onto a golf course, so the view was of rolling greens and winding golf paths.

      After the meal, they sat for a while, drinking iced tea, enjoying the welcome breeze.

      Luz gathered her long dark hair off her neck and twisted it into a knot at the back of her head with a sigh. Elena studied her profile. Luz was fifty-two but looked younger. The last few years of heartache had aged her, though. The line of her jaw wasn’t as firm as it had been. Her hair was still dark and vibrant as ever. But then, she had a great hairdresser who was genius with color.

      Luz said, “I talked to your father last night. He wanted to tell me that he plans to sell the business to Caleb’s friend.”

      Elena reached across the table and touched her mother’s slim hand. “Does that upset you?”

      Luz’s dark brows drew together as she considered the question. Then she shook her head. “It’s like the house, I think. Time to let it go.” She eased her hand from under Elena’s and clasped Elena’s fingers. A quick, warm squeeze. “I think there is peace between us, at last.”

      “You and Dad?”

      “Uh-huh. Did you know he went to counseling?”

      That was a surprise. “No. He told you that?”

      Luz nodded. “He said he had been wondering who he really was in all the trouble.”

      Elena didn’t get that. “What do you mean, who he was?”

      “A wronged husband—or a dangerous and violent man.”

      Elena jumped to her dad’s defense. “Papi’s not dangerous. And he’s kind, a good man. You know he is.”

      “M’hija.” Her mother’s voice was so gentle. “He hit me the day he found out. Only once, but hard enough to draw blood.”

      “I remember.” At the time, she’d been so furious with her mother, she hadn’t really stopped to consider that her father had actually struck her mom. She hadn’t let herself admit how wrong that was. “He shouldn’t have done that,” she muttered, feeling a little ashamed of herself. And then she bit her lip and said no more. Anything else she said right then would probably be out of line.

      Luz continued, “And he went after Davis with a gun. Remember that?”

      Javier had fired that gun, too. The shot had grazed Aleta Bravo’s arm when she jumped in front of her husband to protect him.

      Elena bit her lip again. “Aleta forgave Dad for that. She understood what he was going through.”

      “But, m’hija, he needed to forgive himself. He needed to…understand himself better. He needed to face the wrongs he’d done, to make amends, so he could move on. We all need to do that when we hurt other people.”

      Elena wasn’t sure what she felt at that moment. Anger, certainly. Yes, her father had done wrong. But her mom was no innocent in the whole thing.

      Plus, Elena had become accustomed to the idea that her parents were finished. Yet now, the way her mother was talking, she was starting to wonder if there might be hope for their marriage, after all.

      It had hurt so much to let hope go. She didn’t know if she could bear to start hoping again. It was very confusing.

      She asked, “So has Dad made amends to you, then?”

      “Yes. He apologized to me, for hitting me. And for the more distant past, for the way he drove me away when we were young, for the part he played all those years ago in our early troubles. I accepted his apology. And also he’s been to see Aleta, to make amends with her face-to-face. And with Davis, too.”

      Elena saw red. “Dad owes nothing to that man.”

      “Javier felt that he did. I agree with him. And your father told me that Davis had a few amends of his own to make, that the two of them had a good talk.”

      “Why didn’t anyone tell me about this?”

      “I’m telling you. Now. And if you ask your father about it, I know he will be relieved to have it out in the open with you.”

      “And what about you, Mami?” Elena couldn’t hold the question back. “Don’t you need to make amends?”

      Luz leaned back in the patio chair and rested her elbows on the chair arms, linking her hands across her lap. Her engagement diamond caught the light and glittered in a ray of sun that had slipped through the dappled shade of the oak that sheltered them. Luz had never taken off her rings.

      “Yes,” Luz said. “I need to make amends. Very much so. And I have done that, to the best of my ability. I have apologized to your father, for my betrayal of our marriage and our love, and for my many lies. I have also done my best to make amends to Aleta Bravo. I have prayed and taken confession and done the penance Father Joseph assigned me. And now, I live every day honestly. I tell the truth and I am straightforward with those I love.” Luz spoke from the heart. Elena started to feel a little guilty for getting on her. But then Luz added, “And you’re angry with me. Mercy said you would be.”

      “Mercy?” Fresh irritation made her voice sharp. “You already told her about all this?”

      “Yes. She called this morning. We talked about it.”

      “Suddenly I feel like the baby of the family again. Always the last to know about everything that happens.”

      “Elena, por favor. I’ve told you both. And I only told your sister first because I talked to her before I talked to you.”

      Shamed, Elena dropped her gaze. “Sorry. СКАЧАТЬ