Mi Amor
It had been a tense meeting, and though the Mariscos had been polite to me, Javier told me afterward that his mother had cried and his father sulked.
He was still the best son he could be. Any time something needed to be repair, they called Javier, and he took great pride in everything he did for them. Javier parked the BMW in front of the house, turned it off, then said, “Whatever happens inside, remember that I love you, mi amor.”
Great. Something awesome to look forward to. “I know, sweetheart. I love you too.”
A small blonde girl in a bright blue dress, the color of the Virgin’s cape, opened the door. “Tio Javi!” she cried, and Javier picked her up and twirled her around.