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Now, Diego wants to apologize. I see several missed calls from him. Well, at least he bothered to return my calls like he said he would, but I’m still upset about him not trying to talk to me about Daichi turning up like this.
I head to the kitchen, because I’m hungry. Cristina really knows how to cook. She made a lasagna and it looks as if she left some for me, so I take a big square and put it in the microwave. I hate eating and talking, but seeing as Diego has a lot of groveling to do, I know that he’ll be doing most of the talking.
“Que?” I bark once I take the lasagna out of the microwave with a fork in hand ready to tuck in.
“I thought maybe you’re not talking to me.”
I put a forkful in my mouth and chew loud enough for him to hear. It’s one of his pet hates and I can imagine him hearing it and rolling his eyes. He’s lucky I called him back so soon. I should have left him to suffer at least a week or more.
“Lee, I’m sorry. I should have spoken to you but with the madness of HR, and your sister saying that I sexually harassed her …”
I nearly choke on my food over that last statement.
“She said what?”
“Yep, she said that I manipulated her after you left and some crap. Because, remember, she should be you, and you should be here, and HR didn’t handle it well. Dirty laundry and all that.”
I start to giggle, even if I shouldn’t forgive him, not for the way he spoke to me.
“I apologized to you a thousand times. I left messages and even tried speaking to mi abuela who told me that the last thing she’s going to do is get involved. So she’s happy arranging marriages but when things go wrong then she’s quiet,” he sighs. I can imagine him being frustrated and trying to fix things, but why do they always have to go wrong? We were good. Real good. Then, we weren’t.
“She’s not good. None of us are, with the way things are going on with mi abuela. It’s hard, real hard. One minute she’ll be talking about my childhood and the next, she doesn’t remember me and that’s the hardest. Then she starts to panic.”
“Are you sure you don’t want another doctor to look at her? A second opinion and all that.”
I ignore his statement as I think about the voice, the one I heard on the other side of the phone. I don’t need another doctor to tell me that mi abuela has dementia when it is as clear as day.
“Who was that woman earlier?”
“Oh shit, yeah. It was Daniella. Lucas’s ex. She’s married and came here on holiday and her husband was in some messed-up car accident.”
I think back to what Cristina said, about Lucas acting weird lately. I told her it was men being men. Diego wasn’t much better, but now I can see it is something much deeper than that.
“Anyway, she has a kid, and her husband was being transferred to another hospital and I was taking her. Lucas was in surgery, but we had some good news and bad news.”
I can guess what the bad news is, and the only thing I want to hear at the moment is some good news. I carry on eating, waiting for Diego to fill in the blanks.
“So what are you eating?”
“Lasagna.”
“I gather you didn’t make it, and that’s why you’re enjoying it.”
I roll my eyes at his last statement, even if it is true. Then again, I’ve never cooked for him, which is most likely why he’s still alive.
“Diego Aranda de Hernandez, if you are trying to get into my good books then you are not trying hard enough.”
I chuckle, thinking he knows me too well. But a few texts and making me laugh on the phone is not enough to take back what he said to me.
“I hope one day I can be.”
I don’t want to hear it, but curiosity makes me ask him, “So what is the bad and good news?”
“The good news is that Lucas performed his first open heart surgery and had success, and the bad news is that Daniella’s husband died. Yeah, she has some fat insurance bill, because they came here for a long weekend and didn’t have any medical insurance, so I was busy taking care of that. You know how it is here, you can’t even cough without showing that you can pay.”
I nod my head, and then he starts to tell me about his time in the rehab center and that he’s thinking about building an orphanage. Diego’s thinking about selling his house andusing the proceeds to help kids or drug addicts back into the community. The man I fell in love with opens my eyes and I love the sound of him being so enthusiastic about the work he’s doing. I haven’t fully forgiven him, but he’s doing good and I consider that maybe, just maybe, I might change my mind about staying mad at him.
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