“Someone murdered mis palomas,†Susan cried to John. “They were found dead this morning. What am I going to do?â€
“Tamara will be okay,†John assured her. “She doesn’t need doves to get married.â€
“We have to find new doves,†Susan insisted with the determination of a general planning an invasion. A crash and then smoke erupted from the kitchen and she marched across the courtyard; ready to wrangle pigeons out of the sky and put out flames with her bare hands if that’s what it would take to give her one and only daughter a perfect wedding.
There would be no drugstore bouquet, no sleepy-eyed Vegas officiate, or a 24/7 all-you-can-eat buffet reception while slot machines clanged in the background for her daughter. Instead, rose petals would cascade on Will and Tamara as they danced to an eight-piece mariachi group at sunset.
Speaking of which, where the hell were those mariachis?
“Mom,†Tamara hissed out the window of the hacienda they were renting for the day.
Susan flapped her arms at her. “Get back inside or he’ll see you!â€
“Come up then!â€
“One moment.â€
“But-“
Didn’t Tamara realize what she was trying to do? Doves! Fire! Mariachis! Suddenly doves were spinning in her head, their wings flapping out all sound, round and round until two arms caught her as her legs gave way.
“Mom!†Susan heard Tamara yell and she mumbled, “Stay inside. Will can’t … bad luck.â€
She knew without opening her eyes that it was John, his chest a warm, familiar haven. “Slow down, Susan,†he said.
“What happened?†she heard Will ask. He’ll make such a good father, she thought.
“She’s okay,†John answered. “She’s muttering something about doves, do you know what she’s talking about?â€
“I was told to rent my tuxedo, wash the paint off my hands and show up on time.â€
“Lucky you,†John grumbled.
“I heard that,†Susan said, the wooziness fading away. She had to get up. So much to-
“Mi vida that’s enough,†John said, catching her again when she failed to sit up. “Do you want Tamara to get married while you’re unconscious?â€
“No but John-“ She began to cry. “I want it to be perfect.â€
He sighed. “I love you, mi vida.†He then jerked his head at Will. “Stay with her a moment. I’ll be right back.â€
She cried harder and Will told her it would be okay. But he didn’t understand! Her husband had abandoned her in most desperate hour of need. He didn’t want their daughter to have the wedding of her dreams. He didn’t care that all those hours, all that planning and dieting would all come to nothing.
“If you don’t get two white doves down here in twenty minutes I’ll-†John’s threats made Will tense.
But Susan peeked through her fingers. John stood, feet planted wide with a cell phone to his ear and his left wrist held out. Did his shoulders seem broader, his voice deeper? Her John, the young man she had pledged her life to at 2:37 a.m. on a wintry Vegas night, grew taller right before her very eyes.
She turned to Will. He was so much like her husband, her amor, her corazon. Even if the cake caught on fire or the food was cold, her daughter would marry a man who would comfort his mother-in-law; a man who would take command when her daughter couldn’t go on, who would threaten bodily harm to a stranger over two white doves.
“Mijo,†she said tenderly. “Go inside. I’ll be fine.â€
“Are you sure?†His intense eyes bored into hers.
“Go tell Tamara that her father and I have everything under control. Vamos.â€
A grin slowly stretched his lips. The two of them had been dying to see one another since Susan made Tamara spend the night at home.
“And tell her you love her,†Susan said before he let her go. “Always tell her that you love her.â€
Mary Castillo
Author of IN BETWEEN MEN, Avon Trade
and HOT TAMARA, Cosmo’s Red Hot Read April 05
Please visit http://www.marycastillo.com/
or http://www.marycastillo.blogspot.com/
Books on sale or free
Featured Books
EVERYBODY LOVES POLAR BEARS
Expect the unexpected when it comes to love under the Aurora skies.
More info →
THE POETIC BOND V
Celebrating Five Years of Global Poetry Poetry that binds, Poetry that is NOW, Poetry that BONDS.
More info → A CHRISTMAS SAMPLER: Sweet, Funny, and Strange Holiday Tales
Winner of the 2010 Next Generation Indie Book Awards for Best Short Fiction and Best Anthology
More info →
This was too cute! I loved seeing a mother-of-the-bride’s perspective and, of course, seeing more of Will and Tamara. What a great idea!
🙂 d
Love it! As with the book. 🙂
Great peak into the after-book phase.
Awww! Is that it? Geez. You only gave a bite, then took it away! I love Will. I want to meet my own Will. : /
Thanks Mary!!! 🙂