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“I am his mother, making sure he doesn’t make mistakes is part of my job,” Maria stands.
“Please,” I pull her back to sit on the bed with the rim of her shirt.
“I will miss you,” Evelyn blinks back tears, then shakes her head as if to swat them away.
I nod. I will miss them too. They’ve grown on me and Maria has slowly started becoming a mother I never had the opportunity to grow up with. Even if I’m going back to New York, nothing will change their place in my life.
Maria wraps her arm around me and I lean on her shoulder, allowing myself to break apart.
It’s just a sad day.
I thought the sad days were over.
I sit up, “I need to go get ready,” I dab my cheeks, “I’ll see you later,” I inhale sharply and avoid looking at their sad compassionate eyes as I walk out of the room.
“Hey Rosa,” Orazio pokes me on the side.
He is about to enter the study and we meet halfway as I’m about to pass it to go to the other side of the hallway to my bedroom.
“Hey, you,” I chuckle dryly.
“Why so gloomy?”
“I don’t know, I guess Boston grew on me,” I shrug, about to walk past him, but he pulls me back by my upper arm.
“What does that mean?”
“Oh, please, Orazio, you are his right-hand man, he tells you everything, surely you know I am leaving for New York.”
“You are?”
“Am I not?”I fold my arms across my chest and pout.
“Why would you think you are?”
Here we go with averting the answer so as not to tell a lie. Birds of a feather.
I chuckle, “Of course,” I point at my bedroom, “I need to go.”
“Rosa, I don’t think that’s what…”
“Orazio, it’s fine, I’m fine,” I try to assure myself more than I’m assuring him but who am I kidding?
I exhale and walk down the hallway to my bedroom. I open the door and find a box on the bed. I take trembling steps to the box like it’s a bomb waiting to be detonated.
And it is. At least to me, it is.
I open the plain black box and pull out a silk maxi emerald green dress with a slit on one side. He got it right. The color, the style, the fabric. He got it damn right. I pull out the black strap heels and a clutch to match.
I guess this is it.
I hug the dress and shoes, then sit on the bed and lean on the headrest to close my eyes for a while for time to move past.
A few hours later, with night now cloaking the earth, I’m strapping the heels on, and preparing myself for the goodbye speech I'll be receiving.
I walk into the bathroom and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My makeup is as light as they come and my hair is thrown on one shoulder so the backless dress can be flaunted.
Let's do this.
