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Broken Phone "The Orion Belt"

"Hello, Betty," said Claire Meade that morning in the women's bathroom. Betty, standing by the sink, jumped in surprise.

"Mrs. Meade!" Betty took her hand over her chest. "Hi. You just scared me."

"Oh, dear, I'm sorry." Claire sat down on the bathroom stools. "It's just that I saw you coming in here and wanted to say hi. It's been a while since I have seen you. How have you been?"

"Great, actually. Pretty amazing" said Betty, smiling as she washed her hands.

"Amazing, hmm?" Claire stood up and went to the sink. "Amazing is good. Any particular reason?"

"Hmm, nope. General things, I think." Although Betty was still smiling, Claire noticed a hint of flush in her cheeks.

"Well, that's also good, darling." And as if she were distracted, she went on, "So, someone told me that you were into it the astrology thing now?"

"What?"

"Oh, well, Amanda told me that you were very, very interested in astrology this days." Claire smiled at her. "You know, like stars, galaxies, atrological signs, butt birthmarks . . ."

Yeah, Claire was happy, and being happy—because she just had caught Betty off guard—didn't make her a bad person, right?

Betty's face was a sight—eyes wide, full open mouth, her skin just like Daniel's purple tone. And was that a hickey on her ear?

"I . . ." Betty was at a loss for words.

"Oh, dear! That's fascinating!" continued Claire, with a broad smile. "Have you talked with Daniel about that?

"With him?" asked Betty in a very high tone. "Why should I? I'm not that into stars or anything like that."

"Oh, Betty, don't be so shy," said Claire, reaching her arm. "I bet Daniel would be very happy to introduce you to astronomy. He was a very, very talented student in that subject at school!" And taking her hand to her mouth, like she was telling a secret, Claire said, "Actually, I have heard that he is an excellent teacher. What do you think?"

Betty let out a high little squeak when her cell phone started to ring.

"I'm sorry . . . hmm, I need to pick up," said Betty, almost running to the other side of the bathroom. "Hello?" She was whispering. "Yeah, no, I'm still here. No, I will be there in no time. Da-n…! Arg Yeah, well, I have my own problem here, so suck it up! I know, me too. Bye." She hung up.

"Well, Mrs. Meade" Betty turned to her with a cheerful voice and clapped her hands. "It has being such a huge pleasure to talk with you, but something came up and I have to go."

"Oh, no, my dear." The older woman approached her and gave her a hug. "The pleasure is mine. After all, you are practically family." With a smile on her face, Claire Meade left the room.

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"Amanda!" yelled Betty, mad, rushing into the office she shared with Marc. "I knew you would be here!"

"Betty . . ." Amanda was busy doing Marc's nails.

"Look who is here! The lost empanada en presente!"

"Marc, really?" asked Betty, "If you want to say something to me in Spanish, at least take some language courses!"

"Apparently . . ." He gave her a mischievous look. " . . . a hot and wild weekend was not enough to make you a happy girl."

"Amanda!" Betty and Marc shouted at the same time.

"Look what are you doing, woman!" Marc jumped out the chair, while the nail polish spilled out onto his pants.

"I can't believe this! You told everybody?" Betty was out of her mind, seeing red everywhere. "You promised me!"

"Look my pants, Amanda!" Marc's pants were ruined. "You are nev . . ."

"Marc, out!" said Betty.

"Excuse me?"

"I need to talk with Amanda, in private."

"Well, my little chimichanga, I thing we have a problem, because this is my office, Amanda is my candy." And then, completely desperate: "And I wanna know—whose is that amazing butt!"

"Arg, spy me marc, spy me…"

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"I can't believe this." Frustrated, Betty took seat in her desk, covering her face with her hands.

Now that she and Amanda were finally alone, Betty felt the weight of the day on her shoulders.

"I don't know what's the big deal," said Amanda. "I didn't say too much. Actually, I didn't say that much."

Betty was tired and pissed. "You promised me that you wouldn't say a word. Now I have Claire Meade all over me, knowing! And sending mehidden messages! Hidden messages, Amanda!"

"OMG, BETTY!"

"Now what!"

"You didn't cover that hickey on your ear very well." Amanda said, holding out her bag. "Don't worry. Come here, I will help you with the make-up."

"Amanda!"

"Hmm. You love my name."

"Can you please take this thing seriously?"

"But I am! Just look at your skin tone and your powder tone—all a mess."

"Forget it!" said Betty, rushing out of her office, defeated.

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Last Sunday morning, 8 a.m.

"Hey," he whispered to her. Lying face down, he had Betty's arm draped across his back.

"Hey," she whispered to him. Their voices were raspy and sleepy, bodies relaxed, faces content.

"What a night, huh?" he said, smiling.

"What a night? I think, what a weekend . . ."

"Yeah." He tried to turn over, to pull her on top of him, but she stopped him.

"Don't. I'm so comfortable, just like this," she said stretching. "I like this side of you."

"So you like my butt?" he said seductively.

She grinned at him.

"Yeah, it's perfect . . . like in The 40 Year Old Virgin, this is just like two bags of sand." Betty said, making him laugh.

She reached down, her fingers caressing his right cheek butt. "I love this birthmark. How is that no one knows about this?"

"Well . . . " He hesitated. "I guess because I never let anyone see it."

"Come on, that is impossible."

"No, it isn't." He smiled at her, his hand on her hair. "I never let myself be like this—like now, with you—with other women."

"Oh, that is such a lie." She laughed and began kissing her way down his back.

"You know, you are in a very dangerous zone. If I were you, I would be nicer . . ."

Biting his butt, she said, "If you dare to do something like that, believe me, you will be out of here in no time."

He gave her a charming smile. "You know . . . I'm starving. We didn't eat that lasagna last night."

"That is not my fault," Betty said. "And, you know? Maybe I'm not hungry."

"Well, I am. So I will go to that mess of a kitchen, and cook something tasty." Daniel stood up, but Betty grabbed him by his waist, making him fall on top of her.

"You know something?"

"What?"

"You are in a very dangerous position right now." She went to his ear and whispered, "You sure you want to leave me alone in this bed?"

And in less than two seconds, Daniel was all over her neck.

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"I feel a little jealous, Betty," Daniel confessed, making her look up to him. There they were, in the same position they'd been in early that morning.

"Of what?"

"My butt." He stared at her. "In the last hour, you have paid more attention to my butt than to me."

"Don't be such a baby. In fact, I wasn't admiring your butt." She took a deep breath and said, "I was thinking about something my dad said to me when I was little."

"My butt makes you think about your dad?"

"No, silly, not your butt; your birthmark."

Knowing that Betty had something on her mind, Daniel decided to allow her to gather her thoughts.

"I never knew these stars as the Orion Belt. When I was little, I thought their real name was 'Tres Marías.' Then, in college, somebody told me their real name. And even though now I know they are the Orion Belt, I can't help but call them 'Tres Marías.'"

"Why?" he whispered. "Where that name came from?"

"I don't know. My dad said that there are hundreds of stories telling what's behind the name, but nobody knows for sure." She got lost in her thought for a moment. "I think it has something to do with religion."

Daniel didn't say a word.

"My mom told us that, one of the reason for the 'Tres Marías' name had something to do with loss and faith. But it depends on where you come from. Those who know them as such are from the Latin countries, or in my dad's case, Mexico."

"Why loss and faith?"

"Well, the story goes that a man lost his wife and twin daughters in a shipwreck during the Spanish Colonial period. It seems this man was in America waiting for the arrival of the ship with his family, but when the ship never arrived, he realized what had happened. He named the stars after his family—to heal the pain."

"But why María?"

"Hmm . . . his wife's name was Maria del Pilar, and their daughters' names were Marta María and José María."

"So, the three stars are his wife and two daughters?"

"Yeah. My dad says that the three stars are all men's women—their strength, love and purity."

"Wow . . ."

"Yeah." She looked at him, and added, "I love your butt."

Daniel laughed. "Me, too."

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When Amanda got to Betty's apartment that morning, the last thing she ever thought she'd see was the place in a shambles. In the kitchen, tomato sauce had splashed all over the counters, pots were everywhere, the kitchen table was a mess, clothes littered the floor.

The living room was better, but not much: a MODE issue peeking from under the couch, more clothes spread around, and more tomato sauce on the floor.

Judging from the sound of running water, Betty should be in the bathroom, and so Amanda went to Betty's room.

She and Betty were friends who shared everything. That's why Amanda had a copy of the keys to her apartment—when she needed something, Amanda always knew that Betty would be happy to share.

But in some cases, destiny had played a dirty trick, and that's why the last thing that Amanda ever hoped to see in Betty's bed was Daniel, only half covered.

She wasn't stupid. Years of chasing Daniel led her to know him very well, and something that she always knew—and she could swear no one else knew—was that he had a birthmark on his butt. And that butt in Betty's bed was definitely Daniel's.

Damn, what a butt.

Amanda was so shocked that she did not hear the shower turn off. She did not hear her friend come out of the bathroom and she definitely did not expect a stranger's hand to cover her mouth and strong arms to drag her to the living room.

That's why Amanda yelled and kicked and clawed at the stranger—Betty.

"Stop! Amanda, it's me!"

"Betty! OMG! Don't ever do that again!"

"My God, Amanda, what are you doing here!"

"I . . . just wanted one of your scarves, but when I got to your room . . ." And then she was speechless. Had that really been Daniel? When, how, why . . .?

"OMG, BETTY, THAT WAS DA . . ."

"Stop! Amanda, don't yell, please! Yeah, it is Daniel. Please don't say anything."

"How? When? Why? OMG! You guys have been doing the nasty all this time!"

"Don't yell!"

"Sorry, Betty, I'm in shock!" she whispered. "OMG! This is so good. Tell me everything! Does he like to go down, like with . . ."

"Amanda! I'm not going to tell you anything!" said Betty, frustrated. "What did you want in here?"

"Forget it. This is major. This is the Gossip Adonis. This is you making the Guadalajara poncho something hot, this is . . . I don't know, but this is it, OMG, I have to call Marc." Before Amanda managed to dial any number, Betty snatched the cell phone from her.

"You are not going to call Marc, and more importantly, you are not going to tell anyone about this." Betty's eyes were desperate. "Please, Amanda. Don't tell anyone about this."

After a few moments, which felt like hours, Amanda finally said, "Just for you, I will not say a word about you sleeping with Daniel."

"Really!" Betty jumped.

"Yeah, you are my bestie. But . . ." Now Amanda gave her a seductive smile. "I want some answers, so, let's do this, OK? I ask and you tell in short answers."

"Come on! You must be joking."

"I took some pictures. I can do a lot with those, you know." Amanda looked like an angel.

"OK, but you will not tell anyone about this!"

"Betty, I swear on my Prada shoes that I will not tell anyone about you sleeping with Daniel."

"OK."

"When?"

"Hilda's wedding night."

"How?"

"Five shot of tequila, four glasses of champagne, and who knows how many glasses of wine."

"Why?"

"I don't know! We just woke up the next morning, and we haven't being able to stop."

"OMG, so hot . . ." And with that, Amanda left Betty's place, swaying her hips on her way out the door.

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A few days later

Claire loved Fridays. She loved them because she always ate dinner on Friday night with her children, or at least one of them. She always liked to leave work early and see what could she make for that night dinner, fix the dining kitchen table or—with hot weather, to serve outdoors on the terrace.

But today, Thursday, Claire loved Fridays even more because she knew that her son and Betty were an item, and she couldn't be happier.

Claire knew that Daniel would not admit his relationship with Betty in front of her—at least not for now—but this did not mean that Claire couldn't have fun and make jokes to her son about Betty.

Yes, Claire loved Fridays because now she could expect to see Betty at the next family dinner.

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"Hi, Mom." Claire heard when the elevator doors opened to reveal Daniel, ready to join her in the elevator.

"Son," she said. "I see that you are not playing with that toy anymore." He didn't have his iPad with him this Thursday afternoon.

"No, but don't worry, I will take it to your house on Friday." His face was relaxed, his eyes happy.

"I see you are in a good mood." Claire smiled at him. "Can I ask you why?"

"Oh, not too much. Well, maybe because of . . . astronomy." Was he making fun of her?

"I see . . ." If he was, she could play this game, too. "Well, will I see you and Betty tomorrow night then?" If Claire expected to see her son react nervously to her question, she was in for a surprise.

Daniel didn't say a word. He smiled at her, then looked up at the elevator's numbers. When the doors opened, he looked at her again.

"I don't think so. After all, we want to see if this weekend, we finally can eat lasagna." Daniel gave her a mischievous grin. "Bye, Mom, see you tomorrow."

And, with that, Daniel was out of the elevator, and Claire Meade stood there alone, her smile wide, in complete shock.

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