Betty was in a habit about to take her vows to become a nun. She was single and alone. Nunnery was her last option. Kneeling, she was praying intently in front of the congregation in the cathedral.

"Are you ready, my child?" the Priest asked.

She opened her mouth to speak when a shout came from the back of the church.

"Esperate!"

In a wave, the church turned to see a man in a tight, tight black t-shirt and dark jeans standing in the middle of the aisle. "No lo hagas!" he said, holding his hand to his heart. "Don't do it," he repeated. "I love you!"

Several of the older women gasped and began praying, making crosses with their fingers over their faces. The younger women perked up, smiling, trying to get noticed by the handsome man.

But he only looked at Betty with forlorn, and heartbroken eyes. He stood, his legs open and steady, waiting for her word.

She turned to look at him. "Gio!" she yelled. Ripping off the habit, she ran towards him. "Te amo muchisimo!"

They ran into each other's arms. Gio wrapped his arms around her and spun her, saying, "Te amo, te amo te amo." His body came up against hers and he kissed her suddenly and passionately. "Mi amor, mi cielo."

She lightly kissed him all over his face. "I didn't think you'd come for me."

He looked seriously into her eyes. "If I had no legs, I'd still find a way to walk to you."

They leaned in to kiss again when the church door opened and once again shouting was heard from the back.

"Creo que no, pendejo."

Betty put her back of her hand to her forehead. "Ay, Henry!"

Gio spit with disgust. "What is the gabacho doing here?"

Henry, dressed in all black and a cape and hat to boot, said, "I didn't go to Tucson. I came back for my woman."

Gio stepped closer to him, letting go of Betty. "No está tuyo."

Henry loomed over him. "She is mine."

"Henry, stop!" she cried as she tore off the robes to reveal that she was wearing a red gown with a plunging neckline, which was heaving from her sobs and protestations.

Henry snarled. "No! I'm here to fight for you and fight for you I shall." Pushing back his cape with a wave of his arm, he took out a sword. "Prepare to fight, tiny man."

Gio made fists with his hands. "I have no sword."

A man in the still watching congregation stood up and shouted. "Here," tossing his sword to Gio.

Gio's eyes glinted, squeezing the sword in his hand. "Let's go, Egg Salad."

They fought up and down the aisle until Henry pinned Gio against a pew. With a victorious smile, Henry stabbed him in the gut, pulled out the sword, and let Gio drop to the ground. He spun to look over at Betty. "I won. Now let's ride off and make our own babies."

Hysterical, Betty ran up to him and slapped him. "What did you do? You killed mi amor!"

Henry's brow furrowed. "Tu amor? But I'm still alive."

The priest pushed Henry towards the door. "She meant the little one, idiota."

Henry frowned. "But I'm her amor. It's just something I know!" he cried as he was shoved out the door.

Betty scurried to Gio and bent down, picking up his head. "You'll be okay. You'll be okay," she said, rubbing his hair with her hand.

"I'm dying, Betty," he choked, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"No!" she yelled, shaking. "No puedes!"

He looked at her one last time, putting his hand on her cheek. "Te amo, Betty." Then his head turned, his eyes closed, and his heart stopped.

She sobbed over his body as the priest gave him his last rights.

An old and seemingly senile woman sitting at the edge of the pew leaned over and asked, "So do you want to take your vows now?"

The church organ music swelled as they all sat in silence.

The end….