AN: The narration of this story is kind of weird. It's basically 3rd person, but it does have some descriptions that would make it sound like 1st person. It's like in Northanger Abbey if you've ever read that. It's set a few years after Katey's departure. Let's make it 1965. R&R please.

Javier Suarez sat at his home in Havana, Cuba. He was thinking about the summer a few years back. What was her name again? Oh, Katey, that's right. How the heck did I forget that? I loved her...I love her still. Then he decided that was too rash. He met her at a hotel and they danced. Yeah, they had a little fun after the dance. A different type of dancing, he thought. He laughed at that. How could he love her? He only knew her for two months! No, I don't love her.

Let's catch up with Javier. Mama died in 1960. She caught the pneumonia when she fell into ocean in January. She never recovered. Chabe, Javier's sister, is now 12. She doesn't go to school. Javier taught her what little math he knew, and also how to read. Carlos is married now. Rafael is with him. He and his wife, Raquel, have had two children since then. In 1961, they had a little boy named Diego. In 1962, they had a little girl named Alia. They live pretty close in a small apartment. Carlos works at The Palace. Everyone is basically happy...except Javier. He wants more from his life. Maybe he did want to go to America.

Early the next morning, Javier counted his savings. After digging out all of his hidden money, he counted $1048. Wow, that's a lot. He knew that would be plenty enough for two plane tickets. Chabe would be better off in America too. No, I'm not doing this to find Katey. I'm doing this for Chabe. Maybe I can look up Katey. Just to see how she's doing.

"Chabe, we are going to America tomorrow," Javier said. "Pack your things."

"Yes, Javier," she replied. She left to her bedroom and placed some clothes and her teddy bear in a bag. Javier walked in and helped her. He placed more outfits and brushes and other things in the bag. He helped Chabe into bed and kissed her goodnight.

He went into his room. He packed pants, undershirts, and button down shirts. He put in some nicer clothes and pajamas. He packed a picture of Carlos and his family along with a picture of his mother and father. He also packed Jose Martin, a poem book. He placed the two bags at the door and went to bed.

Javier held Chabe's hand and struggled with the bags. He called a cab and got in. Chabe was crying. She didn't want to leave Cuba. The cab dropped them off at a small apartment building. Javier had gotten an apartment before he left. He picked up the keys at the desk. A short old man sat was at the desk. A fat cigar was hanging out of his mouth.

"Room Nine Zero Five," the man belted out in a heavy, Russian accent. "I am Ruslov Petertorskihav. I own here! Enjoy your new home, kind sir and child!"

Chabe looked terribly confused while Javier smiled. "Thank you, Mr. P. Do you mind if I call you Mr. P.?"

"Go ahead," he replied. "You are Javier? And who is this?"

"Yes, I am," Javier clarified. "This is my little sister, Chabe. We are from Cuba."

"Ah, how lovely." The phone rang and Javier excused himself. He decided to go to the apartment. Since it was only one bedroom, Javier gave it to Chabe. He placed her clothes in the drawer and her toys in the corner. Javier took the closet and decided that he would sleep on the couch bed. After he had everything set up, he called about a school. After talking to the principal, Javier got Chabe registered at St. Louis Elementary School. She started seventh grade on Monday.

Javier noticed a newspaper on the table. He searched for the classifieds. He noticed a job needed as a waiter at a local restaurant. He called and got the job. Wow, now that's lucky. Chabe has a school. I have a job. We have a home.

Suddenly, Javier's thoughts jumped to Katey. It can't hurt to find out how she's doing. Hmm...where could I find out about her?

He knew she lived in St. Louis. He could ask about her.

"Chabe," Javier called, "do you want to go out to dinner?"

"Si," she replied.

"Speak English, Chabe," Javier corrected.

Twenty minutes later, Javier and Chabe were seated at "Big Mama's Country Diner." Javier read the menu with little difficulty. Chabe, however, could barely speak English, let alone read it. Javier chose something he knew she would like. When the waitress came over, she began talking.

"Hi, my name is Penny, and I'll be your waitress," she said happily. "Can I get y'all some drinks?"

"Could we have water please?" Javier asked.

"Why sure," Penny said with a smile. "Are you ready to order?"

"Yes, could we have a turkey club sandwich and a children's grilled cheese?"

"I'll get that up for you, Sir," she said happily.

"Oh, Penny," Javier said. "Do you know where I could find Katey Miller?"

"Katey Miller..." she said thoughtfully. "Umm...I know a Miller, hold on."

Penny left and went into the kitchen. A few minutes a short blonde walked out and towards the table. She looked familiar enough, like a young Katey.

"Hi, I heard you were asking about my sister, Katey," the girl said.

"Susie?" Javier asked.

"Yeah, I'm Susie. Do I know you from..." Susie trailed off and her face lit up.

"It's Javier."

"Oh, I'm sure Katey would love to see you!"

"Hola," Chabe said, feeling left out.

"Aw, she's so cute," Susie said. "What's your name?"

"Chabe."

"Aw. Well, I better get back to work. See you around."

A short time later, Penny brought them their sandwiches. She also handed Javier a slip of paper that was from Susie. Javier and Chabe finished their meals. Javier didn't look at the paper until he was back at home.