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caught their breath when it was over, holding each other, and he kissed her face and her mouth. “I love you,” he whispered.
She smiled back at him with all of her heart. “I love you, too.” She ran her finger down his face and looked into his bottomless blue eyes. “How did I ever get so lucky?”
“I’m the lucky one,” he told her, and then reached for his shirt and pulled her ring from his pocket. She blushed slightly and he took her hand into his.
“I’m going to give this back to you, but only on one condition,” he said softly.
“What condition is that?” she asked, looking up through her eyelashes at him.
“You can’t ever take it off again. It has to stay on your finger for the rest of your life. Alright?” he asked.
She leaned to him and gave him a long, soft kiss. “I promise,” she said earnestly. He took her finger and slid the ring back onto it.
“Now, it’s forever,” he said, kissing her hand.
“Forever,” she answered, closing her eyes and kissing him again. They held each other close and kissed for a long while, until their kissing set them on fire again, and in the middle of the day in the warm sunlight streaming through the window, they made love again, wrestling and twisting, loving and losing themselves in each other.
Later that afternoon, he went with her to her family’s restaurant and all of the cousins and Mama and Papa were overjoyed to see them. The cousins hugged them and greeted them, gathering at the family table, where they had a drink and talked for a while, but then Ricky, Pablo and Orlando, after giving him a few shots of rum, dragged Michael into the kitchen.
“What are we doing?” he asked the men as they walked into the bright warm room.
“We’re going to teach you how to cook!” they told him. He hadn’t ever been in a big kitchen like the one in the restaurant. They handed him a coat and he pulled it on and washed his hands.
“What are we doing first?” he asked curiously, looking around the enormous kitchen. Pablo smiled and handed him a bowl of beans. “You’re going to wash these and learn to cook them!”
“How do I do that?” Michael asked, looking at them with an eager smile. They laughed at him and Ricky took him to the sink and showed him what to do. A short while later, Michael was hovering over a pot of beans on the stove, stirring and poking at them as the water bubbled around them.
Orlando waved at him. “Leave them alone! Let them cook! Come over here and help me with the fish primo!”
Michael checked his beans once more and Pablo started on the rice to go with them while Orlando stood Michael beside the refrigerator door and had him hold his hands out palm up.
“What did you call me?” he asked Orlando.
“Primo. Cousin. You are my cousin now, tarado! Here.” Orlando pulled a massive fish from the refrigerator and slapped it in Michael’s hands. Michael stared at it as it stared lifelessly back at him.
He raised his eyes to look at Orlando. “What am I going to do with this?”
Orlando shook his head and walked Michael to the sink where he showed him how to scrub the fish with sea salt and water, and then they filleted it and rubbed sea salt into the meat of the fish, adding cilantro and lime, tucking pats of butter into it here and there, then they closed it up and laid it in a broiling pan to cook while Michael went back to check on his beans. Ricky gave him some spices to add to them, and when he tasted them, he was quite pleased with how they had come out.
Ricky took Michael to the counter and showed him how to cut plantains, and then they sautéed them together in coconut oil and added sea salt to them.
“Here, primo, try these,” Michael called out to Orlando, who looked up at him from behind diced citrus and pineapple. Orlando laughed at him and walked over to where Ricky and Michael stood. Ricky stood watching closely as Michael handed Orlando a few of his cooked plantains on a plate. Orlando
She smiled back at him with all of her heart. “I love you, too.” She ran her finger down his face and looked into his bottomless blue eyes. “How did I ever get so lucky?”
“I’m the lucky one,” he told her, and then reached for his shirt and pulled her ring from his pocket. She blushed slightly and he took her hand into his.
“I’m going to give this back to you, but only on one condition,” he said softly.
“What condition is that?” she asked, looking up through her eyelashes at him.
“You can’t ever take it off again. It has to stay on your finger for the rest of your life. Alright?” he asked.
She leaned to him and gave him a long, soft kiss. “I promise,” she said earnestly. He took her finger and slid the ring back onto it.
“Now, it’s forever,” he said, kissing her hand.
“Forever,” she answered, closing her eyes and kissing him again. They held each other close and kissed for a long while, until their kissing set them on fire again, and in the middle of the day in the warm sunlight streaming through the window, they made love again, wrestling and twisting, loving and losing themselves in each other.
Later that afternoon, he went with her to her family’s restaurant and all of the cousins and Mama and Papa were overjoyed to see them. The cousins hugged them and greeted them, gathering at the family table, where they had a drink and talked for a while, but then Ricky, Pablo and Orlando, after giving him a few shots of rum, dragged Michael into the kitchen.
“What are we doing?” he asked the men as they walked into the bright warm room.
“We’re going to teach you how to cook!” they told him. He hadn’t ever been in a big kitchen like the one in the restaurant. They handed him a coat and he pulled it on and washed his hands.
“What are we doing first?” he asked curiously, looking around the enormous kitchen. Pablo smiled and handed him a bowl of beans. “You’re going to wash these and learn to cook them!”
“How do I do that?” Michael asked, looking at them with an eager smile. They laughed at him and Ricky took him to the sink and showed him what to do. A short while later, Michael was hovering over a pot of beans on the stove, stirring and poking at them as the water bubbled around them.
Orlando waved at him. “Leave them alone! Let them cook! Come over here and help me with the fish primo!”
Michael checked his beans once more and Pablo started on the rice to go with them while Orlando stood Michael beside the refrigerator door and had him hold his hands out palm up.
“What did you call me?” he asked Orlando.
“Primo. Cousin. You are my cousin now, tarado! Here.” Orlando pulled a massive fish from the refrigerator and slapped it in Michael’s hands. Michael stared at it as it stared lifelessly back at him.
He raised his eyes to look at Orlando. “What am I going to do with this?”
Orlando shook his head and walked Michael to the sink where he showed him how to scrub the fish with sea salt and water, and then they filleted it and rubbed sea salt into the meat of the fish, adding cilantro and lime, tucking pats of butter into it here and there, then they closed it up and laid it in a broiling pan to cook while Michael went back to check on his beans. Ricky gave him some spices to add to them, and when he tasted them, he was quite pleased with how they had come out.
Ricky took Michael to the counter and showed him how to cut plantains, and then they sautéed them together in coconut oil and added sea salt to them.
“Here, primo, try these,” Michael called out to Orlando, who looked up at him from behind diced citrus and pineapple. Orlando laughed at him and walked over to where Ricky and Michael stood. Ricky stood watching closely as Michael handed Orlando a few of his cooked plantains on a plate. Orlando
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