Staring into
the lit candle, she whispered, “I’m so sorry, Gomez.”
She heard him,
right next to her, softly into her ear. “It’s OK, my angel.”
“No, it’s not”
she was almost in tears. “I timed this trip so I could be on a beautiful beach
in Costa Rica on your birthday. So *we* could be on a beautiful beach in Costa
Rica on your birthday. I booked it over a year ago, and then that stupid winter
storm shut down the airport and I couldn’t go.”
“It’s really
OK, Caramia. I’m there now. You’re right. It’s beautiful.”
“You asshole.”
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