Part 6 (1/2)
”Are you feeling all right?” I asked, putting a hand on her arm. ”You look a little tired.”
”Oh, she's more than tired,” Jeff announced. ”She's knocked up like a cheerleader, and won't that give everyone something to talk about at the wedding?”
Donna and I exchanged knowing looks. ”These days, not so much,” I told him. ”Sorry to disappoint you. You're happy about this?” I asked Donna.
”Over the moon,” she a.s.sured me, ”just a little nauseated.”
”I remember,” I sympathized. ”Can I offer you a cracker?”
”That would be great.”
As I rose to fetch the Wheat Thins, the doorbell rang, and Jeff went to let in the caterer.
I spent a largely sleepless night, tossing and turning, my mind whirling with the emotions of the day. I cuddled my old cat to me. She accepted the warmth laconically, as she accepted most things these days, showing no interest, no spark of life. My eyes burned with unshed tears at the possibility of losing my old girl so soon after Simon had left me, however unwillingly. I reached for the telephone on the bedside table, needing to talk to Armando.
”Is something the matter?” Armando asked as soon as he recognized the phone number and picked up. I was so close to tears, I couldn't immediately speak.
”Are you ill? What is it, Mia?” I could hear him thras.h.i.+ng his way out from under his bedcovers and struggling to sit up. I realized it was still the middle of the night in California.
I cleared my throat, contrite at having awakened him but needing to hear his voice too much to let that matter.
”Armando,” was all I could manage at first.
”I'm here, Cara. Tell me.”
I listened to him breathing, pictured him clutching the phone in his darkened hotel room. I closed my eyes and imagined that I was there with him, dozing cozily under the warm covers, inhaling his clean, soapy scent. It was enough to stop my heart's crazy pounding. I tried again.
”I'm all right, Armando. At least, I'm not sick, or does being heartsick count? Because I certainly am that.” Once begun, I couldn't seem to stop. ”Everything is such a mess. James O'Halloran is still missing, and his wife thinks he's run off with a former lover who had a child by him. Emma is besotted with some young hunk that Joey thinks is cheating on her. Strutter seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth, and now I'm going to have to wrestle with that stupid goose by myself. Jasmine is hanging on by a thread, and on Sunday, Jeff and Donna are getting married here, and the caterer doesn't like our house much. It wasn't even the big cheese himself who showed up tonight. It was some officious little gnome with a big clipboard who kind of sneered at everything I showed him and kept saying everything had to be perfect for the boss on Sunday,” I concluded my litany of misery.
Silence. Then, ”What is going on with Jasmine?” As usual, Armando sifted through the superficial grievances and focused on the matter of most importance.
”She's pining. She won't eat. I haven't heard her purr since you left. She misses you.”
”She misses me?” I could hear the teasing smile in his voice, but I wasn't so far gone that I would admit to being a complete basket case without him.
”The vet says we should get another cat to give her a new interest in life.”
”So we shall,” he said equably. ”Unfortunately, there is no shortage of homeless felines, as we both know.”
”How can I do that, Armando? How can I go to one of those shelters and choose just one to come home with us, leave the others behind?”
”I will help you, and we will hope that the others soon have their chance,” Armando soothed.
We were quiet for a moment. Nothing had really changed in the last five minutes, and yet everything had.
”Why is it necessary for you to wrestle with a goose?” Armando changed gears. His understanding of English idioms sometimes failed him. I smiled to myself but wasn't ready to laugh.
”It's in the Martha Stewart handbook on staging the perfect Christmas Eve,” I told him. ”Don't worry about it. I can handle it.”
Armando chuckled. ”I am quite certain that you can. I have complete faith in you.” I could hear the sudden weariness in his voice. My conscience smote me for having wakened him. ”Will you be all right until I get there?” he murmured drowsily.
”Depends. When will that be, exactly?”
”Just as soon as I can find an empty seat on a plane flying east. It is Christmas, you know.”
”Believe me,” I sighed, ”no one knows that better than I do. Go back to sleep.”
Eight.
Armando and I had a long history. Following my amicable divorce from Michael some ten years ago, I had settled happily into my single existence. Emma and Joey had been safely launched, so I had no one but myself and my two old cats to worry about. Quite frankly, it was heaven.
I have always been content in my own company and don't understand people who are uncomfortable going places alone. A newspaper or whatever book I'm currently reading makes perfect company in a coffee shop or restaurant, and if I don't like a movie after the first half-hour, I enjoy being able to leave, if I've gone by myself. Without someone else's preferences or schedule to consider, I was free to go where I wanted, when I wanted, outside of the constraints of my job.
At that time, I was the marketing manager of a small but growing telecommunications company called, appropriately enough, TeleCom, Inc. The fact that my job was hectic and frustrating only added to my enjoyment of my peace and solitude at the end of every day.
The one thing I did not choose to do after the divorce was date. I simply had no interest in pursuing the inevitable romantic entanglements that dating engendered. It might have been pleasant to share an evening with an attractive man or two, but the experiences of my women friends in that area had taught me that dating-just dating-was a tricky business. The men to whom one was attracted were invariably elusive, but those one found far less appealing almost always presumed an attachment one did not feel. Complications, hurt feelings, and general emotional chaos ensued.
Far better, I decided, to remain footloose and fancy free, and for several years, I did just that. Then Armando came to work as TeleCom's new comptroller.
Because investor relations was a large part of my job, our paths crossed frequently. During our meetings to discuss the quarterly reports to the Securities Exchange Commission and various other government agencies, I couldn't help but notice Armando's Latin good looks and delightfully accented baritone. His gentlemanly manners were also a definite plus. I was aware that he was single, but since romantic entanglements were off my agenda, I really didn't think about him in that way.
It was his mischievous sense of humor that finally did me in.
”What do you mean?” Strutter probed, as our waitress put steaming cups of coffee on the table before us. Strutter had resurfaced after three days of nursing her husband through the flu. We had agreed to meet at the diner, since I didn't have to be at the UCC until one o'clock. Baby Olivia napped obligingly in her rocker chair. From time to time, she sucked furiously on her pacifier, frowning in concentration. ”Did he play a practical joke on you or something?”
I smiled as I remembered what had so captivated me. ”No, nothing like that. It was around this time of year, as a matter of fact, just before Christmas. I asked him if he missed being in South America, or if he had he gotten used to our American way of celebrating Christmas. He a.s.sured me that he was totally acclimated. As a silly sort of test, I asked him if he could name Santa's reindeer.”
Strutter looked thoughtful as she sipped her coffee. ”Gee, I don't think I could do that. It's like the Seven Dwarves. You think you know them until somebody asks you to name them, and then you bog down after four or five.” She raised an eyebrow.
”Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen,” I answered her unspoken question.
She grinned. ”Good thing I didn't put money on that bet. So how did Armando do with your little quiz?”
”He didn't even hesitate. He looked me right in the eye and said, 'Flasher, Rainbow, Pretzel...' and I don't know what else, because I completely cracked up.”
Strutter looked as if she had somehow missed the joke. ”That was it? That was what captured your heart?”
”You had to be there,” I a.s.sured her, but she remained skeptical.
”After that?”
”After that, we had lunch a couple of times and then dinner a couple of times ...”