More Than Eyes Alone Can See | By : Psnoo17 Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 1450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Tess started to wonder how much worse things could possibly
get before they started to get better, but stopped before she could jinx
herself. That was the last thing she
needed. Besides, if trouble and bad news
did indeeme ime in threes, then there was another misfortune out there looking
to claim someone she had taken under her roof./spa/span>She refused to give it any more power.
//Sí, Marcos, of
course you can all stay with me. But how long will I be staying? I had planed
on leaving within days before I decided to take in an injured man. She looked at the children and her heart
melted. I have tok aok after them. They
came to me. They trust me.
Trust wasn’t enough
to get Tess’ frozen wits to move, however.
As she stood in the middle of her small kitchen with four children of
various ages ranged around her, she fought off the panic and stress that would
overwhelm her mental defenses against the schizophrenia that was always waiting
for her to let her guard down. Even the
booster she had given herself that morning would be hard put to suppress all
the symptoms, and she needed as much control as she could get at the
moment. Plan, plan, plan. I need a
plan. What first? Finally.
A question she knew the answer to.
Deep breath.
That’s it. She filled her
lungs several times. Ok.
Get the children settled, check on ‘Giovanni,’ start some soup for
lunch. That’s enough to do for now.
Marcos shifted on
his feet as the baby started to fuss.
//Señora? The
woman had this blank look on her face, like she was scared and didn’t know what
to do. That was bad. She was an adult; she wasn’t supposed to be
scared. //Señora? Are you all right? He reached out a hand to touch her arm.
Pull it together, Teresa Adame. You’re scaring Marcos. Get out of your mind and into the real
world. Start talking, start doing. It was a struggle not to
give into the temptation to hide in her mind, to simply find an unoccupied
corner and ignore things until they got better.
That’s
it Tessa. Just sit in a huddle for days
on end until all your problems go away.
I could help you forget your problems.
All you have to do is come play with me. Play with me, Tessa. I’m so lonely . . . .
No! She would not give into
temptation, into madness. She ripped her
attention away from the sweetly cloying voice.
Marcos jumped back as Tess’ eyes suddenly focused on him. The baby started crying at the sudden
movement. Looking at him, Tess saw how
overwhelmed, how lost and afraid he was, and she felt guilty for adding to his
fears.
//Don’t worry, I
was just thinking.
Sspanspan> had to raise her voice to be heard over the baby. Holding out her arms, she said, //Here, let
me. Gently
taking the baby from him, she asked, //Her name is Selena, right? Marcos nodded. //And these two are Alma and René? The other boy and
girl nodded, shy of this strange woman and her even stranger habit of staring
blankly into space. Tess understood what
it was to be shy. She wouldn’t press her
presence on them, but would let them warm up to her in their own time. Until then, she’d let Marcos take charge of
them. Besides, a little responsibility
might help him take his mind off other matters.
//Marcos? Will you show Alma and René around? Show them the bathroom, and the spare bedroom
where you’ll all be sleeping? There’s
some games in the living room if they would like to play. I need to check up on your friend, or I would
do it.
//Can I see him,
señora?
Tess saw the hope
shining in his eyes. For whatever
reason, the boy had decided to attach himself to the mysterious man in her
bedroom. I wish I knew whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. //If he’s feeling well, I don’t see why not. She bounced baby
Selena on a hip, trying to quiet her. She probably needs her diaper changed. //Go on.niña? For that matter, where did you get the blood
you were ever so merrily pumping into me?”
He’s fishing for information. I think.
It could just be that he’s bored, or trying to find something to keep
his mind off the pain. Would it really
be all that bad to humor him? I mean, as long as he doesn’t find out who my
closest relatives are . . . were.
“Umm . . . the blood. Right. Well, I got it from an American who happened
to be in the area.”
“Right, another
American just happened to be walking by at just the right time to let you poke
them full of holes and bleed off a pint of blood.” Looks
like you’re about a quart low. There
were times that being a smart ass really came back to bite him in the butt.
“No . . . .” Either she could clam up or she could stop
being wishy-washy, but she needed to decide and stop
talking like a mindless freak of nature.
“I gave you the blood.”
“Niña, for someone who claims to tell the
truth, you sure take a lot of detours getting there. If you gave me the blood, then how did you
get it from an American?”
“America may not
recognize people who have dual citizenship, but Mexico does. And so does Canada for that matter. I’m an American citizen because my mother was
an American. My father is . . . was . . . Mexican.”
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