Salsa and Speedbumps

by Baganz, Susan M. ;

  Roberto moved to a chair where he could see Stephanie’s apartment. The setting sun was reflecting partially off her picture window. Was this voyeurism? He watched her walk to her window facing the courtyard and look out towards his apartment. She pulled the shades closed, and all he could see was the brilliant light of the setting sun reflected in the glass.

  He felt more alone than ever. So close and yet so far. He wondered how badly he had blown it with her today. He took a sniff and was disgusted at how he smelled. He stumbled to the shower, and the heat helped ease some of his pain. He shaved and went to his room to find his bed had been remade with fresh sheets and the comforter pulled back, inviting him to lay down and rest. Stephanie had done this for him. As his head hit the pillow, his dreams were of her. He thanked God she had been there today to help him.

  TEN

  La honra y el dinero se ganan despacio y se pierden rápido.

  Reputation and money are earned slowly and lost quickly.

  ~Mexican proverb

  July 2011

  The restaurant was closed on July fourth. Stephanie drove down to Illinois to visit her parents whom she hadn’t seen since Easter. Roberto was not up to that kind of trip, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to spring a new man on her parents when she had yet to tell them about her pregnancy. She left after closing on Wednesday evening to avoid the heavy traffic. Fireworks lit up the sky during the trip. She arrived at her parents’ home at two in the morning, let herself in, found her old room, and slept.

  Dawn came far too soon. She was awakened by activity in her room as her mother entered and puttered around, waiting for her to wake up. Stephanie yawned and stretched. “Good morning, mom.”

  “Stephanie dear, we are so glad you could come. How have you been?”

  “I’m fine, but I need to tell you something.”

  Stephanie’s mom sat down on the bed and leaned forward, “You’re getting married? When can we meet him?”

  Stephanie shook her head. “No, mom. I’m not getting married. I wrote to inform you that Luis and I broke up. He is in jail awaiting trial.”

  “Oh, someone new?”

  “I do have a new boyfriend, but what I wanted to share was…”

  “Tell me all about him.”

  “I will, but first I need to tell you—”

  “Yes, dear, go ahead, I’m listening.” Her mom leaned forward in anticipation.

  “—I’m pregnant.”

  Stephanie watched her mother recoil as if slapped. Her wide eyes and “o” shaped mouth transformed into a wide smile. “You are marrying this new guy? The father of your child?”

  “No, mom, I’m not. He’s not the father. Luis is.”

  “Marry Luis.” Mom stood up and started to walk away.

  “Mom, I’m giving the baby up for adoption.”

  Her mom stopped mid-stride and slowly turned. “You’re what?” Her voice was harsh and grated at Stephanie’s nerves.

  “I don’t want to raise a child as a single mother. I’m considering giving the child up for adoption to a good Christian family.”

  “You can’t do that.”

  “I can.”

  “But it’s my grandbaby. My first grandchild. Why would you take that away from me?”

  “Mom, I can’t do this alone.” Stephanie was sitting up now, her own voice raised.

  “You can move back home and we’ll help you.”

  “No, that would not work and you realize it. We would be at each other’s throats within a week.” Or within minutes if today is any indication.

  “But adoption? Marry the new guy, he’ll never know.”

  “Mom, he’s already aware.”

  “And he won’t marry you?”

  “I wouldn’t ask or expect it of him. We’ve only been dating for a short time.”

  Stephanie’s mom sighed. “Well, you delight in breaking my heart. You have a baby and give it away, denying me the right to be a grandma. Your brothers sure aren’t doing anything to get me there. I had pinned my hopes on you. Bah! to you all.” Mom stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

  Stephanie sighed and wondered why she even bothered to come home.

  Later, her father stared at her with a frown but said nothing when she told him the news. Stephanie was disappointed that he didn’t get angry or show any emotion towards his only daughter.

  The family headed down to the Chicago lakeshore to enjoy the gorgeous weather and Independence Day festivities. Stephanie found the heat difficult to handle, even with the cool breeze coming off Lake Michigan. As they sat and enjoyed a picnic lunch, a familiar man approached. She rose to meet him halfway across the expanse of grass.

  “Ms. Simson, I thought it was you and hardly believed it. In town visiting your family I see.” The man was older and distinguished with graying hair at his temples and a bit of a pouch at his stomach his t-shirt could not hide. He was Tony’s uncle.

  “Mr. DeLuca, the pleasure is mine. Enjoying a day away from the restaurant business?”

  “Yes.” His face got more serious and he put his arm around her shoulders in a fatherly gesture. “Walk with me, there is something I wanted to discuss with you. I’ve been meaning to call, but things have been busy this summer. Good for business though.”

  “What did you want to talk about?” Stephanie was curious. She had always gotten along with Tony’s immediate and extended family and had even done some training at the Chicago DeLuca’s, but she would have never called the relationship close.

  “I have three fine sons and none of them are interested in taking over management of the business from me and my brother. We’re getting older and we like what Antonio did in Germantown—the way he managed to transfer things and keep the family involved and make the business thrive. You’ve been a partner in that. I want to offer you the opportunity to become manager and part owner of the restaurant down here.”

  “You want to steal me from Tony?” Stephanie couldn’t believe her ears but realized this smooth talking Italian always seemed more like the movies about the mafia than Tony’s family who were more American with an Italian heritage. A shiver of apprehension overtook her, and she stepped away to stare at him square in the face.

  “No, just a transfer. It’s all in the family. Although you know, I do have three strapping young sons who are still single and attractive. You couldn’t go wrong with one of them.” He motioned over to the side of the park where the rest of the Chicago branch of DeLuca family was partying. The three young men were not unknown to her, but she wasn’t interested.

  “Thank you, I think, but I’ll pass on that offer.”

  “And the other one?”

  “You’ve not given me any specifics. How much would I be paid? What are the benefits? What responsibilities would be expected and what kind of authority would you be delegating to me?”

  “A woman after my own heart.” He leaned forward and whispered a figure in her ear.

  Stephanie concealed astonishment at the number and responded in a cool, even tone. “Can the restaurant support that?”

  “The family can. I want you on my staff, running my restaurant. I’m willing to pay. What do you say? I’m not often denied anything I want.” His smile was wide, but she sensed a threat in his words.

  “Could you send me a written contract spelling out the specifics so I might consider it at length? I do not want to make a decision like this on the spur of the moment.”

  “I understand. Wise woman. That’s why I like you so much. When can you start?”

  “I haven’t accepted your offer.”

  “You will.” He gave her a smug look and folded his arms across his chest.

  “Thank you, Mr. DeLuca, for this talk. It has been quite, um, interesting.”

  “You are welcome, my dear. I anticipate doing business with you.” There was a glint in his eye as it scanned her from tip to toe, sending a shiver down her spine. “Enjoy your day. You will be hearing from me.” He pivoted and walk
ed away.

  Stephanie watched him leave. There were attractive aspects to what he offered. The money would be great. She’d start fresh, place the child with a good family, possibly even consider someone local or in her church for birth parents, even Pastor Dan and his wife perhaps? Most of all, she could walk away from the shame. That was tempting.

  But could she leave Roberto? They were dating. There was no promise of more. She shook her head and returned to her family. This was not a decision that had to be made now. Her appetite was gone and her spirits sank. Accepting a job in Chicago would also mean more time with them. Did she want that? No! Wasn’t that part of why she went away to school in Wisconsin? Her brain was ready to explode from the heat and the unanswered questions churning inside her mind.

  Stephanie left for home late in the afternoon to escape the emptiness she often experienced being with her family. She hoped to avoid some of the holiday traffic, but instead, she found herself sitting on the highway for an accident clean-up and having to make two rest stops because the baby delighted in kicking her bladder. She arrived home around nine and spied Robbie on his deck, alone, in the dark. She dropped her bag in her apartment and went out to walk across the courtyard.

  * * *

  Roberto watched her approach from the shadows of his east-facing patio. It had been a long, boring day with her gone. He communicated with his small group to talk about his treatment and to share challenges that came up with holidays and family and trying to stay on the straight and narrow. He did laundry, reviewed some briefs, and worked out to the extent his back would allow. Time spent reading his Bible challenged his faith and how far he was willing to trust God for his future. He tried to focus on a mystery novel but soon gave up when he couldn’t keep his mind away from thoughts of the blonde bombshell who rocked his life off its axis.

  He didn’t like being on the periphery. He fasted during the week and feasted on Sundays when he was able to spend time with her. It wasn’t enough. He sipped a glass of iced tea he wished was the Long Island version. Not so much for the pain in his back, which was beginning to return a bit more each day, but for the loneliness. He hated himself for being weak and for wanting her so much.

  “Happy Independence Day, Robbie.” Stephanie took a seat across a small table from him. “How is your back?”

  “Hurts. Better than it was this past weekend. The medication has helped and I’ve been able to work and sleep more.” He gazed at her, drinking her in like a camel after a long sojourn. She had dark circles under her eyes, and blonde curls escaped a ponytail, teasing the length of her neck. A snug, patriotic t-shirt showed all her curves in a way that made his mouth water. Even with her baby bump. Her blue shorts exposed her lean legs. How did he ever get to be anywhere close to a girl this hot? She had more heat than his mom’s homemade salsa.

  “I’m sorry you’re still experiencing pain, but glad the meds are helping. Scared?”

  “Yeah.”

  Stephanie grimaced. “Something else wrong?”

  “I missed you.” This was torture. He longed to be with her. But he desired her as well, and he wanted to be honorable. His desires were tempered by his constant pain. In that way, it was a blessing.

  Stephanie looked out over the courtyard. “I missed you too, but it was a short visit. We’ll get to spend time together on Sunday if you want.”

  Robbie remained silent, and she glanced over at him to find him watching her. “How was your time with your family?” he finally asked.

  “I would have had more fun if I’d stayed here. It didn’t go well. They gave me grief over the adoption and can’t understand why I won’t just propose to you and keep the baby.” She tilted her head and shook it. “They never really understood me.” She blinked back tears. “My father couldn’t even look at me after I told him.” She swallowed hard and blinked rapidly.

  “I’m sorry you’re disappointed. I can’t imagine having my family disapprove of me.”

  “Even with the addiction?”

  Robbie nodded. “Even with the overdose and my addiction, they have never failed to love me and support me. I hurt them. Disappointed them. But they never condemned me. I think they realized I was doing a pretty good job of it by myself.” He gave a snort of laughter. “I still do.”

  “I envy you. How ironic that the adopted kid wins the bonus parents while the biological one gets a raw deal.” She sighed. “Mine aren’t as bad as Renata’s were, so I’m grateful for that. We’re all adults now. When did that happen? How come we still desire our parents’ approval?” Stephanie rose to leave. “I need sleep. I have an appointment in the morning and tomorrow will be a long day at DeLuca’s.”

  “Good night.” Robbie was sad to see her go.

  Stephanie took a few steps over to him and clasped his much larger hand in hers. “Hey. Get some rest, okay?” She raised his hand to give him a kiss on the back of it, squeezed, and let go, and walked back across the courtyard.

  Robbie watched her leave and experienced a wave of emotions. He wanted her and was too afraid to take the step that would allow him to have her in his life. Lord, when did I get to be such a coward? What happened to my pledge to focus on whatever is true and right and honorable? Make my path clear. The Holy Spirit convicted him. He watched as the lights went out in Stephanie’s apartment, and he stepped into his own for a restless night’s sleep.

  ELEVEN

  A palabras necias, oídos sordos.

  Take no notice of the stupid things people say.

  ~Mexican proverb

  Stephanie was back at Every Child a Home on Friday morning to meet with her counselor. She’d gone over a list of potential families and talked through some of what she was feeling as she struggled to make her decision. As she left her counselor’s office, she ran into Mr. Bixby exiting his. Realizing they might meet at some point, she swallowed her shame at him seeing her there.

  “Good morning, Mr. Bixby.” Act casual.

  “Good morning, Miss Simson. What brings you here?” He glanced down to her now slightly protruding stomach as she placed her hand there. “I’m sorry, that was an insensitive question.”

  “It’s okay. This is kind of awkward isn’t it?” She smiled.

  “I’m sorry you find yourself in need of our services.”

  “Me too, but I’m grateful for your wonderful staff. Definitely makes this easier to bear.” She hugged her folder of papers to her chest as if she could hide behind it or it would protect her from his censure.

  Mr. Bixby narrowed his eyes. “I’ve seen you at church with Mr. Rodriguez.” It was a statement and a question.

  “Yes, we have been dating since you introduced us.”

  “Hmmm, well, yes.” He glanced at his watch. “I have an appointment, but it was nice seeing you again.”

  “Have a good day, Mr. Bixby.”

  * * *

  Stephanie was surprised at 1:30 that same day when Mr. Bixby entered the doors of the restaurant. She sat him at a table for two, and soon, Roberto entered. He frowned and carried a portfolio tucked under his arm.

  “Good afternoon, Steph.” He gave her a weak smile. “I’m here to meet with Mr. Bixby, has he arrived yet?”

  “Yes, I just seated him. Let me take you in.” She led him to the table and returned to her post, working through the reservations for the evening, including the arrangements for a wedding rehearsal dinner on the patio. She tried to keep from peeking over to where Robbie sat. He sure was easy on the eyes. She grinned to herself and attempted to focus on her work.

  * * *

  “I’m glad you could make this on such short notice, Roberto.” Mr. Bixby’s voice was professional, not as friendly as was usual for him.

  “I was surprised you needed to see me so soon as the board just met last week. What has come up and how can I help you?”

  Holly came to take their order and fill their water glasses.

  “We have a high standard of integrity we expect of our employees and associates. We want
to stand for character and not have anything hinder the reputation of our organization in the community, with our clients and potential birth mothers.”

  “That’s one of the reasons I was glad to become affiliated with Every Child a Home, Mr. Bixby—because of the level of integrity and your stellar reputation. Has a problem arisen?”

  Holly returned with fresh baked bread and soup for both men. Robbie took a sip of his as he waited to hear what the director had to say.

  “Yes, there is a problem. It’s an issue of integrity and a conflict of interest. Trust me, Roberto, I do not delight in having to bring this to your attention, but I could not in good conscience, lead this organization well without making sure things were taken care of before they become issues.”

  “That would be commendable, sir. How can I assist? Is this a legal matter?”

  “Are you dating Miss Simson?”

  “Excuse me?” Robbie was surprised at the change of subject and set down his spoon. “Yes, we’ve been seeing each other for some time now. You were the one who introduced us. How is that pertinent to what you were discussing?”

  “I discovered Stephanie has been visiting a counselor at Every Child a Home. She is pregnant and considering adoption.” He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair.

  “She informed me she was going to do that, so I’m not surprised.”

  “She’s your girlfriend.”

  “So?” Robbie took another sip of soup, and it dawned on him where this conversation was headed.

  “I cannot have a man on our board who would get a woman pregnant and not marry her. It goes against everything we believe in. It is also a conflict of interest to have your girlfriend trying to find a birth family for your child while you are associated with us.”

  Robbie swallowed “I see. Judged and found guilty on all counts without benefit of counsel. I’m dismissed because I’m dating a woman who happens to be pregnant and unwed.”