crying was relentless, as though it would never end but then, a child of three
cigar between his lips, then, as if in a motion as natural to him as his
the first tome is surpassing and strong, but soon, it turns soothing and sweet.
Placida Linero?s head snapped back at her first taste, and they both laughed.
had been Abraham?s idea, but it was now Placida who didn?t want the moment
to end, ever. Walking down the isle had been Placida dream since she was a
little girl. In Spain girls are brought up to make mariace a priority. For
life had always meant just the opposite. A man of festivities, of party and
celebration, Abraham loved his boos, cigars, and women. And not necessary in
that order. He felt and, not a beginning to his life. Placida was a spark of
he is happier than he had ever been, but battle with the confession of his
self-loathing and the broken promise. He could not explain even to himself how
another chance meetingѕwith the young women from the baby storeѕ now
stood to destroy his life. How could he have been so foolish he asked himself?
How? In the nine months before Santiago was born, Abraham, could not come to
same rate that the finishing in the baby?s room did. A comment from Placida
had brought if all crashing down inside his head. Her joking voice ? you are
all these things come from?? His blood had run cold, and he felt himself
perspire, but the moment passed. The night Santiago came two were born; son and
father. Before he could reclaim his word, his admission that was more like a
confession, jumped from his mouth. Over his son he cried for forgiveness from a
women whose face was a slate of emotion. ?I have known.? She exclaims
reaching and touching his cheek. Stunned.? How? ? He stuttered ? for how
long?? ? Long enough.? ? I?ll never ever see her again. Never. I
promise,? he begged. ? I know, I know,? she seemed to dismiss ? just
look at our son. Isn?t he beautiful? At three years old eating an ice cream
sun made all of their smile gimer, the park was crowed, but to the three of them
Abraham, Placida and Santiago not another soul exited on the face of the earth.
They walked over the little bridles of white woods, holding hands in a chain of
ears, Santiago crys in horror. From the foot of the bed Placida rocks Santiago
Ssshh, ssshh. I know I know.?