Barney felt his heartbeat skip. "Our son?" he asked quietly.
She took his hand and led it lovingly to her belly. It was still taut, but when Barney looked into her eyes, he could see that they were glowing and full of promise and new life.
"Denise," he said, laughing as he picked her up in his arms like a doll and twirled her around the room. "Oh, Denise. I didn't think I could ever love you more than I did yesterday morning. Now I love you twice as much."
"He is still so tiny," she said, kissing his neck as a tear slid down her cheek and into her mouth. Then she laughed. "Oh, look at us, kissing like two street beggars. We are as dirty as the banana pickers during the big rains."
"You're the cleanest, most perfect thing that's ever come into my life," Barney said. And he led her to the bedroom they had shared for love many times before. He set her on the edge of the bed and knelt to kiss her face and unbuttoned her ruffled blouse. It fell off one shoulder. He brought his lips to her creamy, golden skin and brushed them against her.
This woman, he thought, so good, so warm and ready, all the woman he would ever want. This woman was his.
He loved her then, on the big squeaky bed, this clean woman who carried his baby and would love him for all time. He loved her between her strong legs and counted himself among the richest men.
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When they were finished and she lay flushed and satisfied in his arms, he kissed her closed eyes and said, "Aren't you going to ask me what I did with the girl yesterday? The blonde?"
"No. I am not going to ask."
"Afraid, huh?" he teased.
"Not afraid. I knew you had business to do. You would not stop loving me for a whore."
He pressed her hand in his. "I couldn't stop loving you for anyone or anything," he said. "I couldn't if I tried. But I want you to know I didn't do anything with her."
"Why not?" she asked, new worry lines creasing her face. "Now she will be suspicious."
Barney shrugged. "I found out what I needed to know. Besides, she was too repulsive. Something pale and snaky about her." He shuddered. "I don't know. I just couldn't do it. It would have been like rubbing up against a disease."
"That was very stupid of you. You will have to leave Hispania immediately."
"Not without you, I won't."
"I've got to sell the business."
"To hell with the business."
"It's worth $20,000 American."
"To hell with $20,000 American."
"Oh, you are so stupid, Barney."
"Yeah? Well, I happen to think I'm the smartest guy in the world." He tickled her. After all, I ended up with you, didn't I? I think that qualifies me for some heavy honors."
"Barney," she giggled. "Stop that."
"I must be the smartest, luckiest, happiest guy who ever lived, and you are coming with me to Washington tomorrow, where I will turn in my picture and get a nice, boring job that will keep me
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alive long enough to see our son grown and making his own mistakes. How does that sound?"
She hugged him hard. "Barney," she said, her eyes flashing sparks of gold.
"What?"
"I will go."
"You better. You're my wife."
"I will make coffee."
"What for? Get us packed. I'll go into town and make the arrangements."
"First we will have coffee," she said.
There were no beans for coffee in the kitchen.
"Forget the coffee," Barney said.
"No. I will buy the beans."
"Send someone for them."
"No. I know the right beans."
"You're the most stubborn woman I've ever met," he said as she wrapped a light shawl around her shoulders.
"Are you sorry you married me, my husband?"
Barney smiled. "No. I'm not sorry."
"Then I will get the beans."
Barney shook his head as she walked out the door. He set two cups on the table in preparation. He brought out two spoons. He poured milk into a colorful ceramic pitcher, which Denise said her mother had given her. He spooned the brown, coarse sugar into a thick bowl.
He waited.
An hour later, he walked into the garden to pick an orchid for the table. He placed it in a miniature vase Denise had bought a few days before.
He lit a cigarette. He waited.
Within another hour, Barney knew he would never see his wife again.
Instead, someone hurled a piece of her cotton