I was feeling weird then I realized this was because I was standing in Hector’s t-shirt, tucked in Hector’s side, in the middle of the night, with Hector’s sister and her two friends in Hector’s living room.
I wondered briefly why Hector’s sister would break into her brother’s house in the middle of the night but I decided it was none of my business. I didn’t have siblings, who knew how they acted? Maybe this was normal.
I put my hand holding the cell phone around Hector’s waist and waited for someone to say something. No one did.
So I tried to figure out what was the nice thing to do in this situation and I settled on asking, “Should I make coffee?”
“Fuck no,” Hector said immediately.
This jerked Gloria out of her Sadie Daze and she started snapping in Spanish at Hector.
Hector listened for about half a second then interrupted (thankfully, in English), “Gloria, no f**kin’ way are you and the girls sittin’ in my hot tub at f**kin’ one o’clock in the f**kin’ morning.”
Hector had a hot tub?
“We’ll be quiet,” Gloria assured him.
“I don’t give a f**k. What’s in your head, breakin’ into my house in the middle of the night? I could have shot you, for f**k’s sake,” Hector replied sharply.
“Mamá said you’ve been spendin’ the night at Sadie’s. We didn’t think you’d be here,” Gloria responded.
Blanca knew Hector was spending the night at my house?
How? Why? Again, how?
“That makes it okay?” Hector shot back, breaking into my crazed thoughts.
“You aren’t using it!” Gloria snapped back.
“Jesus,” Hector muttered, obviously at a loss to come up with a retort against his sister’s (I had to admit) bizarre logic.
“Maybe I should make coffee,” I broke in, trying to be peacemaker.
“Maybe Gloria, Ines and Tia should get their Mexican asses out of my f**kin’ house,” Hector didn’t feel like allowing me to make peace.
Thus began a hot-blooded, Mexican-American sibling stare down that was so scorching, I felt even the latent Ice Princess shy away.
New Sadie, however, felt like marching straight into the fire.
I looked up at Hector. “Hector, let them sit in the hot tub.”
Hector looked down at me, face still angry but for some reason I knew he was not angry at me and he started, “Sadie –”
“What’s it going to hurt?” I broke in.
I watched Hector’s teeth clench and a muscle leap in his cheek.
“That’s okay,” Gloria said and Hector and my eyes moved to her. “We’d have to use the bathroom to change and we’d have to come back in to dry off afterward. We’d probably be noisy,” she explained, now smiling the Glamorous Chavez Smile at me (hers had a dimple, like Eddie’s). “We didn’t know you were here, Sadie, or we wouldn’t have woken you up.”
“No problem,” I told her, wanting to laugh at her implication that if it had been just Hector at home they wouldn’t have hesitated waking him up.
“We’ll come back when you’re here some other time. We’ll all sit in the hot tub,” Gloria invited herself over.
Hector’s body went tight.
I was thinking I’d likely be in Crete by that time, licking my wounds and obsessively sketching versions of Hector’s celebration tattoo, my father’s skull, my beautiful rose even though I didn’t sketch, I’d have all the time in the world to teach myself.
Instead, I said, “I’ll look forward to that.”