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he
unloaded everything out of the cart.
As soon as he left, Mary laid out
platefuls of food for me. Cheese, bread, empanadas. “I thought you might like
to join us for dinner later. We’re having sea bass this evening.”
“This looks amazing, Mary. And yes, I
will most certainly join you and Greg for dinner. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Zara. If there’s
anything you need, you know where to find me. I’ll let you settle in now.”
I walked over to the table and eyed all
the wonderful food. Elizabeth was crawling over in my direction. I set my glass
of wine down on the table before grabbing her up and placing her in a waiting
highchair. She was tired, and it was beginning to show. I dug through her
diaper bag for some baby food. While the empanada was heating in the microwave,
I grabbed a piece of cheese and popped it into my mouth as I sighed. Eating on
the go, oh well. I took the empanada out of the microwave, grabbed the jar of
baby food, and placed it in the microwave to heat. As soon as the timer went
off, indicating it was ready, I took the spoon and sat down in front of her. At
first she wanted no part of the jar of baby food, until she saw I wasn’t going
to give her anything else.
“Sorry, sweetie. You have to stick to
this boring stuff until your little system acclimates. You don’t want to get
the runs; neither of us wants that.”
She babbled and, eventually, after some
gentle coaxing from me, ate the entire jar of food along with a jar of baby
fruit. After cleaning her up, I gave her the bottle back in hopes she’d be
sleepy. As she sat there, I grabbed an empanada and ate it while I played with
her.
Noting she was rubbing her eyes, I
grabbed another piece of cheese and munched on it as I gathered up items to
give her a bath. I picked her up and stripped her and sat her in the warm water
I’d drawn in the small kitchenette sink. She splashed the water as I washed her
with the soft cloth. She was fighting to stay awake. It was just a matter of
minutes.
With Elizabeth down for what I hoped
would be a long nap, I cleaned up her mess, grabbing bites to eat in between. I
poured myself another glass of wine, deciding a much needed shower was more in
order than unpacking the laptop and checking for messages. I was desperate for
any word from Amadeus, but I was more in need of a shower.
I stood under the steaming hot water for
what seemed an eternity. Actually, I started running out of hot water. I dried
myself off and managed to find clean underwear and clothes to put on while I
got unpacked and settled. But first I had to fire up my lap top. My old lap
top, not the new one Peter had given me. I wasn’t to contact anyone with the
old one. I probably shouldn’t have brought it with me, but I had to know if
Amadeus had tried to contact me. Email would be his only way, not knowing my
new cell phone number or the sat number, another idea of Peter’s. Cell phones were
about useless down here.
As I waited, I filled a plate with food
and sat in front of the computer as it came online. How they got Wi-Fi way down
here was a gift horse I wasn’t going to question. Greg had mentioned it wasn’t
a given but when it worked, it worked well. Thank God, for me, it was working
this afternoon.
I logged into my email account. Nothing.
Not one email from Amadeus. My heart sank. This meant one thing; he was not
happy with me. Just as I had that thought, a new email popped up. Amadeus.
Opening the email, I was relieved he
wasn’t angry with my ‘disappearance’. While he didn’t come right out and say
it, he made it clear to me through the way he wrote, the words he chose, that
Peter had gotten to him. He went on to say that he wouldn’t try to contact me
again. He feared one of us would be found out. Telling me how much he loved and
missed Elizabeth and me, he ended with he couldn’t wait to talk with me soon. I
closed the email and powered down the computer. I sat there with a huge lump in
my throat
unloaded everything out of the cart.
As soon as he left, Mary laid out
platefuls of food for me. Cheese, bread, empanadas. “I thought you might like
to join us for dinner later. We’re having sea bass this evening.”
“This looks amazing, Mary. And yes, I
will most certainly join you and Greg for dinner. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Zara. If there’s
anything you need, you know where to find me. I’ll let you settle in now.”
I walked over to the table and eyed all
the wonderful food. Elizabeth was crawling over in my direction. I set my glass
of wine down on the table before grabbing her up and placing her in a waiting
highchair. She was tired, and it was beginning to show. I dug through her
diaper bag for some baby food. While the empanada was heating in the microwave,
I grabbed a piece of cheese and popped it into my mouth as I sighed. Eating on
the go, oh well. I took the empanada out of the microwave, grabbed the jar of
baby food, and placed it in the microwave to heat. As soon as the timer went
off, indicating it was ready, I took the spoon and sat down in front of her. At
first she wanted no part of the jar of baby food, until she saw I wasn’t going
to give her anything else.
“Sorry, sweetie. You have to stick to
this boring stuff until your little system acclimates. You don’t want to get
the runs; neither of us wants that.”
She babbled and, eventually, after some
gentle coaxing from me, ate the entire jar of food along with a jar of baby
fruit. After cleaning her up, I gave her the bottle back in hopes she’d be
sleepy. As she sat there, I grabbed an empanada and ate it while I played with
her.
Noting she was rubbing her eyes, I
grabbed another piece of cheese and munched on it as I gathered up items to
give her a bath. I picked her up and stripped her and sat her in the warm water
I’d drawn in the small kitchenette sink. She splashed the water as I washed her
with the soft cloth. She was fighting to stay awake. It was just a matter of
minutes.
With Elizabeth down for what I hoped
would be a long nap, I cleaned up her mess, grabbing bites to eat in between. I
poured myself another glass of wine, deciding a much needed shower was more in
order than unpacking the laptop and checking for messages. I was desperate for
any word from Amadeus, but I was more in need of a shower.
I stood under the steaming hot water for
what seemed an eternity. Actually, I started running out of hot water. I dried
myself off and managed to find clean underwear and clothes to put on while I
got unpacked and settled. But first I had to fire up my lap top. My old lap
top, not the new one Peter had given me. I wasn’t to contact anyone with the
old one. I probably shouldn’t have brought it with me, but I had to know if
Amadeus had tried to contact me. Email would be his only way, not knowing my
new cell phone number or the sat number, another idea of Peter’s. Cell phones were
about useless down here.
As I waited, I filled a plate with food
and sat in front of the computer as it came online. How they got Wi-Fi way down
here was a gift horse I wasn’t going to question. Greg had mentioned it wasn’t
a given but when it worked, it worked well. Thank God, for me, it was working
this afternoon.
I logged into my email account. Nothing.
Not one email from Amadeus. My heart sank. This meant one thing; he was not
happy with me. Just as I had that thought, a new email popped up. Amadeus.
Opening the email, I was relieved he
wasn’t angry with my ‘disappearance’. While he didn’t come right out and say
it, he made it clear to me through the way he wrote, the words he chose, that
Peter had gotten to him. He went on to say that he wouldn’t try to contact me
again. He feared one of us would be found out. Telling me how much he loved and
missed Elizabeth and me, he ended with he couldn’t wait to talk with me soon. I
closed the email and powered down the computer. I sat there with a huge lump in
my throat
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