coffee and added some milk. "I feel much better, Mama. Just a little bit of a sore throat."
Maria shook her head and kissed her daughter on the head as she took the coffee. "That's a miracle, little one. I thought for sure we'd be on our way to the clinic this morning." She looked at me and smiled. "You sleep okay? I know the couch isn't very comfortable."
"Slept like a baby," I said. "And Nadia has been a wonderful host. She makes a mean cup of coffee."
"Mean cup of coffee," Nadia repeated to herself, as if she were trying the saying on to see if she liked it.
Maria looked from her daughter to me and back again, shaking her head. I hoped it didn't bother her that I'd been getting to know Nadia. "Maria, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Of course. Let's take our coffee outside." She led me out to the little private courtyard, and we sat down on the bench. "What do you want to talk about?"
"I have some business to take care of this morning, but I want to see you tonight. Are you free?"
"Yes. Lupita's is closed on Sundays, unless there's a private party."
"That's the other thing I want to talk to you about. I don't want you to go back to Lupita's."
Maria shook her head. "Moses, it's my job. I have a daughter to feed. If I don't go back there, Luis will see to it that I can't find work anywhere in the city. His reach is too long, and Don Roberto is too powerful."
"What if I could get Luis to agree to let you go?"
"That will never happen. He has claimed me as one of his whores, and he will never give me away, at least not until I'm too old to be valuable to him."
"Everyone has a price, Maria."
"Luis doesn't lack for money. He would take it as an insult if you tried to buy me from him."
I shook my head. "He's never had someone offer as much as I can. Maria, I have more money than I know what to do with, and I'm going to get you away from him. I'm going to find someplace to hide you until I can come back for you and get you into the U.S. legally, you and Nadia together."
Maria looked overwhelmed. "But Moses, you barely know us."
"I know you, Maria. I know the woman that spent hours last night pouring her heart out to me. I know you, and I won't let you continue to be used by Luis and men like him."
Maria thought for a moment. "Moses, I can't be your whore, either," she said softly, as if it saddened her to have to say the words. "I can't leave one man who owns me for another."
"Maria, you will never be any man's whore again. Never." I took her coffee cup and set it on the ground, and I took her face in both of my hands. "Maria, I won't deny that I want you. I do. You are beautiful. You are a wonderful mother, and you're a good and kind person. I want you more than I've ever wanted any woman in my life, but I won't take you against your will. I want you to want me. I want you to ask me to take you and make you mine. I will never lay a hand on you without your consent, and if you never want me in your bed, then I will still see you and Nadia free of Luis."
She looked at me as if she didn't believe me, and I knew that only time could persuade her. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her forehead, even though I really wanted to ravage her mouth with mine and carry her back in to the bedroom. I could be patient, though. Maria was the first woman I'd felt that way about -- like she was worth waiting for.
"I have to go," I said, standing up. "But I will be back this evening, if you'll have me."
She nodded, looking like she couldn't find any words to express her thoughts, and I walked to the gate that led to the street.
"I'll be back. Maria. You and Nadia can count on me."
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