Sitting on the edge of my counter was Daisy, legs crossed and mouth shouting her ideas (or, more honestly, her orders) at Ralphie and Roxie. They were both arranging paintings on the floor in the positions they would take on the walls when Ralphie and I installed them on Monday for the opening that evening.
I was behind the counter with Shirleen and Ava, the three of us were leaned forward on our forearms pouring over the final catering menu I had to sign off and fax by three o’clock.
*
That morning I had breakfast with Hector’s very loud but very sweet family, all three younger sisters, Gloria, Rosa and Elena, and his older brother, Carlos. Carlos brought his girlfriend, Maria, and Eddie did a flyby mostly to show his face, pour warm coffee into his travel mug and he also gave me a one-armed hug and a kiss on the side of the head like he’d known me for years, not days (no kidding!).
During breakfast, I found out that Hector’s Dad had died a few years ago, that Blanca was not happy at the snail’s pace of Carlos and Maria’s relationship (this somewhat alarmed me as they’d only been together two months and Maria was moving in with Carlos that weekend) and that Blanca and Jet’s mother Nancy had made some decisions about Eddie and Jet’s wedding that needed a Reunión de la Familia. Hector explained (by whispering in my ear which, by the way, felt nice) that this was a family meeting and that Blanca called them often.
After they left, Hector took me home and Ralphie was waiting to take me to the gallery. We were going to open late but I didn’t mind. The morning with Hector’s loud, loving family in Hector’s crazy, jumbled house was something I’d never experienced before in my life.
And I liked it. I liked it enough to take the time to memorize it so one day, later, I could take out the memory and savor it.
Before he left, Hector told me he needed to give me something and I waited in the hall while he jogged back out to his Bronco.
I found I was nervous as to what he might give me. He hadn’t had any time to shop; it wasn’t like he was going to produce a bouquet of red roses or anything.
He came back in, stopped in front of me and held up a device. My eyes grew round with excitement.
“This is a –” he started but stopped when my hand whipped out and I snatched it from him.
“It’s a stun gun!” I cried, so excited I was being nearly as loud as his family. “Veronica Mars has one of these!”
I lifted happy eyes to him and saw he was grinning. “Yeah, mamita, but be careful with that.”
“Is it for me?” I trilled happily.
His hand went to the side of my neck and slid up, fingers in my hair, thumb at my hairline.
“Yeah. Keep it in your purse where you can get to it. It’s got fresh batteries. You turn it on, touch the prongs to your target, a one-second touch causes an incapacitating jolt, three seconds it’ll take someone down.”
I lifted the stun gun between us, stared at it in awe and murmured, “Aces.”
I came out of my stun gun euphoria when I heard his soft laughter and my eyes went to him.
“What’s funny?” I asked.
His fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulled the stun gun from between us and he closed in, his other hand sliding to the back of my head.
“You don’t know, mamita, it’ll be more fun to watch you figure it out.”
Then he kissed me, another slow, sweet one (with tongues) that again lasted until I wrapped my arms tight around his waist and melted into him.
Then he was gone.
*
Ralphie and I went into Art and at eleven thirty Ralphie picked up the phone and dialed.
“Jet, you pretty girl, I’m callin’ in a delivery,” Ralphie said into the phone as I watched in stunned surprise. “Sadie and I will simply expire if we don’t have two of Tex’s specials. Can you send someone over with them? I’d come get them but, see, Double H says I’m in charge of Sadie’s safety during the day. We opened late, we can’t close down just to get coffee and I can’t leave her alone.”
I stood beside Ralphie still staring at him wondering when Hector made Ralphie “in charge” of my “safety” while Ralphie nodded and said in the phone, “Un-hunh, un-hunh,” then, “Oh, ‘Double H’ is Hector, stands for Hispanic Hottie’.” I heard laughter through the receiver, he finished with, “Toodles,” and put the phone down.
Then he turned to me calmly and said, “Daisy’ll be over in ten with two specials.”
At this point, I rewound my life back six weeks.
Six weeks ago, my father was in prison, my days were spent with Ralphie in Art and my nights were spent either at yoga class, a movie (by myself) or curled up with a book in my living room.
I had no excitement except a scary call or a buzz up from one of the Balducci Brothers but that wasn’t good excitement, that was bad excitement.