A/N: Wow! I didn't expect so many reviews...! That's great! Okay, next
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Katey opened the door for Susie, and allowed her inside. Susie greeted her with a hug, and then she darted to the bedroom, pulling Katey right behind.
"Please tell me James doesn't know," Susie implied about Javier, right as she closed the door and locked it.
"No, he doesn't know," Katey told her as she sat on the bed and stared at the carpet.
"Are you going to go look for him?" Susie asked, interested.
"Uh- no? It was over ten years ago, Suze. I don't even know if he still lives there."
"Of course he still lives there! Where else would he go, for heaven's sake?"
"I don't know, Susie," Katey whined as a tear rolled down her cheek. "I have two kids now-"
"That aren't yours," Susie butted in.
"Don't say that! Just because James was married to someone else for three years does not mean that I cannot call those children my own!" Katey shouted.
"Ssh... calm down. I was just stating the obvious."
Susie walked over to Katey and sat down next to her.
"What 'obvious'?" Katey asked, rather coldly.
"I mean... if you do meet Javier again..."
"Are you suggesting that I will leave my husband and children?" Katey asked, rising up from the bed.
"A husband that you don't love," Susie retorted.
"I- I- I have to pack," Katey mumbled, wiping away something from her eye.
Katey squatted down and removed something from under the bed. It was an old shoebox, looking rather ragged from being tossed around for at least thirteen years.
"Is that what I think it is?" Susie asked, trying to change the subject.
Katey looked at the box and smiled. Susie crouched down next to Katey, and pulled the box close to her as she rested her back against the bed. She opened it, and gasped. At the top was a picture- and not just any picture. A picture of Christmas Eve, 1958. A picture of Katey and Javier.
"Look! Look, Katey! Look!" Susie squealed.
Katey turned and looked at the picture. Javier was posed with his hand in the air- it must have been when the dance had finished. The two looked so happy, Katey smiling, Javier looking at her with loving eyes.
"God, did that dress look that tacky on me?" Katey laughed.
"I didn't think it looked tacky! I thought it looked rather... sexy," Susie said with delight.
Susie dug further into the box, pulling out torn pictures, little mementoes, including the flower Javier had given her on New Year's Eve.
"Oh, I remember this!" Susie exclaimed, pulling out the flower.
"From his mother's own garden..." Katey remembered.
The two stared at the box, their eyes running over various photos, when there was a knock on the door.
"Momma?" Jessy called.
Katey walked over and opened the door for her daughter.
"Yes?" Katey asked, opening the door a crack.
"Daddy just called... fantastic news!" Jessy was smiling from ear to ear.
"What, dear?" Katey's spirits started to perk up a bit.
"I got a pen-pal from Cuba at school," Jessy explained. "He wrote me a letter... and I'm supposed to write him back before we leave."
"That's wonderful, honey!" Katey exclaimed, and waited for her daughter to explain more.
"He's going to show me around when we get there... he seems real super."
"What's his name, honey?"
"Rafael Suarez," Jessy replied.
A/N: Ooooo... suspense! I wonder if any of you remember who Rafael is...? Anyways, REVIEW!!!
Katey opened the door for Susie, and allowed her inside. Susie greeted her with a hug, and then she darted to the bedroom, pulling Katey right behind.
"Please tell me James doesn't know," Susie implied about Javier, right as she closed the door and locked it.
"No, he doesn't know," Katey told her as she sat on the bed and stared at the carpet.
"Are you going to go look for him?" Susie asked, interested.
"Uh- no? It was over ten years ago, Suze. I don't even know if he still lives there."
"Of course he still lives there! Where else would he go, for heaven's sake?"
"I don't know, Susie," Katey whined as a tear rolled down her cheek. "I have two kids now-"
"That aren't yours," Susie butted in.
"Don't say that! Just because James was married to someone else for three years does not mean that I cannot call those children my own!" Katey shouted.
"Ssh... calm down. I was just stating the obvious."
Susie walked over to Katey and sat down next to her.
"What 'obvious'?" Katey asked, rather coldly.
"I mean... if you do meet Javier again..."
"Are you suggesting that I will leave my husband and children?" Katey asked, rising up from the bed.
"A husband that you don't love," Susie retorted.
"I- I- I have to pack," Katey mumbled, wiping away something from her eye.
Katey squatted down and removed something from under the bed. It was an old shoebox, looking rather ragged from being tossed around for at least thirteen years.
"Is that what I think it is?" Susie asked, trying to change the subject.
Katey looked at the box and smiled. Susie crouched down next to Katey, and pulled the box close to her as she rested her back against the bed. She opened it, and gasped. At the top was a picture- and not just any picture. A picture of Christmas Eve, 1958. A picture of Katey and Javier.
"Look! Look, Katey! Look!" Susie squealed.
Katey turned and looked at the picture. Javier was posed with his hand in the air- it must have been when the dance had finished. The two looked so happy, Katey smiling, Javier looking at her with loving eyes.
"God, did that dress look that tacky on me?" Katey laughed.
"I didn't think it looked tacky! I thought it looked rather... sexy," Susie said with delight.
Susie dug further into the box, pulling out torn pictures, little mementoes, including the flower Javier had given her on New Year's Eve.
"Oh, I remember this!" Susie exclaimed, pulling out the flower.
"From his mother's own garden..." Katey remembered.
The two stared at the box, their eyes running over various photos, when there was a knock on the door.
"Momma?" Jessy called.
Katey walked over and opened the door for her daughter.
"Yes?" Katey asked, opening the door a crack.
"Daddy just called... fantastic news!" Jessy was smiling from ear to ear.
"What, dear?" Katey's spirits started to perk up a bit.
"I got a pen-pal from Cuba at school," Jessy explained. "He wrote me a letter... and I'm supposed to write him back before we leave."
"That's wonderful, honey!" Katey exclaimed, and waited for her daughter to explain more.
"He's going to show me around when we get there... he seems real super."
"What's his name, honey?"
"Rafael Suarez," Jessy replied.
A/N: Ooooo... suspense! I wonder if any of you remember who Rafael is...? Anyways, REVIEW!!!