Down Mexico Way

"I don't care about them. I love you. Don't say 'no', Cindy. Just think about it, at least."

"Does he ever ask you about me?"

"Of course, he does. Every time I see him. Every time we talk on the phone, he wants to know if I've seen you. He asked me about you yesterday."

"Then, there's your answer, Emile. I don't have to think about it."

He looked out across the distance for a moment. "Then, that's it? I'm supposed to just walk away?"

I nodded. "There's no other way. You'd hate me sooner or later if you don't."

"Will you at least let me come see you again tomorrow? We can talk about it then. Maybe you'll change your mind."

"You can come see me anytime you like.Mi casa es su casa. But, my answer won't change, Emile."

Emile did come back the next day. We talked again and my answer remained the same. He swore that he would return to Mexico with his son to obtain the divorce he wanted. He also swore he would come back to convince me to marry him once he was a free man. He kissed me once, goodbye, and he walked away. I never saw him again, except when I drive past some landmark that reminds me... then, I see his face, and I remember what never happened.