Katey awoke the next morning and dressed in a white shirt, with a long gray skirt. After tying her hair in a ponytail, Katey grabbed a cardigan. Funny how the one she chose was the black one. The same one she wore last November in her first day in Havana. The she wore when she bumped into Javier's arm, and the drinks fell. "Stupid Spick". Katey had never really liked Eve after that. But this little blast from the past went completely unnoticed to Katey who grabbed her purse and walked out the door.
Katey walked the streets of Havana and stopped random people to see if they knew Javier. None did. She stopped at a small café. She sat down in a booth and waited for assistance.
After her meal, she asked the waitress, "Usted sabe Javier Suarez?" (Do you know Javier Suarez?)
The waitress smiled, "Si." (Yes.)
"Where is he?" Katey burst out, in English.
"He is where he has always been," replied the waitress in a thick Cuban accent. She then proceeded to give Katey Javier's address.
Katey ran down the rundown streets of Havana towards Javier's house. She shook the gate in hopes someone would come to her. She heard yelling inside, but to her joy, a little girl came out.
"Hola," she said.
"Hola," Katey replied. "Usted sabe Javier Suarez?" (Do you know Javier Suarez?)
"Si!" she replied. "Javi! Aqui, aqui!" (Yes...Javi! Here, here!)
Javier walked to the door looking extremely angered that he had a visitor. Without looking up, Javier shooed his sister inside and walked to the gate.
"It's me, Javier!"
With that he looked up. He smiled as he wrapped Katey in his arms. They kissed. Katey knew she couldn't leave for home without Javier. She knew in her heart she loved him.