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Authors: Victoria Fox
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know, we haven’t. I’ve never loved you properly. In the way you know I mean.’
Lori looked away. ‘We’ve talked about this.’
‘I know.’
‘And I can’t say sorry.’
‘I’m not asking you to.’ He lifted her hand and kissed it. ‘I just have to make sure you’re not holdin’ out on someone else. Someone better? Like I’m not good enough.’
She shook her head. It wasn’t a question of being good enough. But if it wasn’t that …
Fairytales don’t exist, remember?
‘Take this.’ He fed a hand into the pocket of his shorts and produced a modest silver band. She let him slip it on to her ring finger. It glinted in the afternoon light and reminded her of a ring her mama had once bought, years ago when Lori was a little girl, but they’d been forced to sell it when the business began to fail.
‘Why?’
‘It’s a promise.’ He kissed her fingers again and she saw he wore a matching one. ‘Between you and me. OK?’
She was confused. ‘OK.’
‘Whatever happens.’
‘Rico, what is this—?’
‘Shh.’ He touched his forehead to hers. ‘I’ll see you tonight, yeah?’
Lori kissed his cheek. ‘Yeah.’
Noiselessly he moved across the yard and mounted his bike, seconds later vanishing in a cloud of bitter dust.
It was cold. The moon shone bright in the clear sky like a pearl, an occasional gossamer cloud drifting across its spotlight.
Lori pulled her cell from her bag and checked the time. He was supposed to have shown up half an hour ago. Where was he?
They had arranged to meet partway down the Santa Ana Freeway, where Rico had organised a car to take them out of the city. Lori had planned her exit from the Garcia house with precision. She’d gone to bed early, leaving the volume on the TV high while she grabbed her stuff and hauled up the narrow window, which always stuck halfway. From outside she’d clicked off the set, tossing the remote back through. They wouldn’t be any the wiser till daybreak.
Lori wrapped her jacket more tightly around her. She looked up at the star-punctured sky, the dwarfed outline of an aeroplane silhouetted against the giant moon.
Several cars stopped. Each time she was aware of her vulnerability—either the driver thought she was looking for business or she was hitching to the Southside. Shemoved between states of fear and upset at Rico’s no-show and anger at him letting her down. What was he doing? Why hadn’t he called or messaged?
What if he’s changed his mind?
I should never have pushed him into it. It was me who wanted this, not him .
She twisted the ring on her finger.
It’s a promise …
The wind was picking up. She would wait another half-hour. What else was she going to do? She dumped her pack on the ground and settled on it, huddling her bare knees up under her chin. Every time the glare of headlights filled her vision, each time a vehicle seemed to slow, her heart soared in hope, only to be dashed when it quietly passed by.
She waited half an hour. She waited another, then another. Three a.m. came round. She knew he wasn’t coming.
She put out her arm and waited for a ride to stop.
Rosa was making breakfast when Lori emerged next morning.
‘I heard you come in last night,’ she commented.
Lori fetched a glass of water and didn’t reply.
‘Cat got your tongue?’ Rosa slathered her pancakes with syrup and bit into them, releasing a clear grease that ran down her chin.
It was six. Lori had barely slept, maybe for an hour when she eventually collapsed into bed. Tres Hermanas opened shortly. The thought of returning to the salon she thought yesterday she would never have to see again was unbearable.
‘I know you were out meetin’ Rico.’ Rosa slurped hercoffee. ‘Hope he was worth it. Because when Mama and Tony find out.’ She raised a painted-on eyebrow.
Lori turned her back, stared blankly at the wall. ‘Tell them what you like. I don’t care. Tell them to send me to Corazón if that’s what they
Lori looked away. ‘We’ve talked about this.’
‘I know.’
‘And I can’t say sorry.’
‘I’m not asking you to.’ He lifted her hand and kissed it. ‘I just have to make sure you’re not holdin’ out on someone else. Someone better? Like I’m not good enough.’
She shook her head. It wasn’t a question of being good enough. But if it wasn’t that …
Fairytales don’t exist, remember?
‘Take this.’ He fed a hand into the pocket of his shorts and produced a modest silver band. She let him slip it on to her ring finger. It glinted in the afternoon light and reminded her of a ring her mama had once bought, years ago when Lori was a little girl, but they’d been forced to sell it when the business began to fail.
‘Why?’
‘It’s a promise.’ He kissed her fingers again and she saw he wore a matching one. ‘Between you and me. OK?’
She was confused. ‘OK.’
‘Whatever happens.’
‘Rico, what is this—?’
‘Shh.’ He touched his forehead to hers. ‘I’ll see you tonight, yeah?’
Lori kissed his cheek. ‘Yeah.’
Noiselessly he moved across the yard and mounted his bike, seconds later vanishing in a cloud of bitter dust.
It was cold. The moon shone bright in the clear sky like a pearl, an occasional gossamer cloud drifting across its spotlight.
Lori pulled her cell from her bag and checked the time. He was supposed to have shown up half an hour ago. Where was he?
They had arranged to meet partway down the Santa Ana Freeway, where Rico had organised a car to take them out of the city. Lori had planned her exit from the Garcia house with precision. She’d gone to bed early, leaving the volume on the TV high while she grabbed her stuff and hauled up the narrow window, which always stuck halfway. From outside she’d clicked off the set, tossing the remote back through. They wouldn’t be any the wiser till daybreak.
Lori wrapped her jacket more tightly around her. She looked up at the star-punctured sky, the dwarfed outline of an aeroplane silhouetted against the giant moon.
Several cars stopped. Each time she was aware of her vulnerability—either the driver thought she was looking for business or she was hitching to the Southside. Shemoved between states of fear and upset at Rico’s no-show and anger at him letting her down. What was he doing? Why hadn’t he called or messaged?
What if he’s changed his mind?
I should never have pushed him into it. It was me who wanted this, not him .
She twisted the ring on her finger.
It’s a promise …
The wind was picking up. She would wait another half-hour. What else was she going to do? She dumped her pack on the ground and settled on it, huddling her bare knees up under her chin. Every time the glare of headlights filled her vision, each time a vehicle seemed to slow, her heart soared in hope, only to be dashed when it quietly passed by.
She waited half an hour. She waited another, then another. Three a.m. came round. She knew he wasn’t coming.
She put out her arm and waited for a ride to stop.
Rosa was making breakfast when Lori emerged next morning.
‘I heard you come in last night,’ she commented.
Lori fetched a glass of water and didn’t reply.
‘Cat got your tongue?’ Rosa slathered her pancakes with syrup and bit into them, releasing a clear grease that ran down her chin.
It was six. Lori had barely slept, maybe for an hour when she eventually collapsed into bed. Tres Hermanas opened shortly. The thought of returning to the salon she thought yesterday she would never have to see again was unbearable.
‘I know you were out meetin’ Rico.’ Rosa slurped hercoffee. ‘Hope he was worth it. Because when Mama and Tony find out.’ She raised a painted-on eyebrow.
Lori turned her back, stared blankly at the wall. ‘Tell them what you like. I don’t care. Tell them to send me to Corazón if that’s what they
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