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My lips curled with a forced smile. “Hola, Charo. Buenos días,” I greeted
her, straightening my back and trying to look the furthest from someone who
had just snuck out of a room.
I walked into the kitchen, keeping my steps breezy and casual.
Passing my cousin as she stood rooted to the white tiles, studying my
every move, I proceeded to open cabinets and drawers, looking for the coffee
beans so I could at least caffeinate my brain before Charo started the
questioning. Or Aaron woke up and I had to face him.
“He dejado una cafetera preparada,” Charo chimed behind me. She had
prepared coffee for me. That could only mean one thing: she was up to
something. “Está ahí, mujer. En la encimera.” Coffee was on the countertop.
With my back still to her, I muttered my thanks and proceeded to pour
some black goodness in a mug.
Much to the displeasure of my hungover head—but not any surprise—she
continued with her monologue before I could even take the first sip.
“Hay suficiente para ti y para tu novio.” There was enough coffee for me
and my boyfriend, she told me. “Imagino que no tardará en despertarse ¿no?
Oye si quieres ir a llamarle para que no se enfríe el café …” Charo
continued.
If she was trying to get me to go fetch Aaron so the coffee she had
prepared wouldn’t get cold, she had another thing coming. The coffee would
spontaneously turn into ice cubes before I willingly went back inside that
room.
“Menuda sensación ha causado en la familia. Tu madre no podía parar
de …” And then she proceeded to tell me about when and how and what had
been said about my—fake—boyfriend, Aaron, in the mere twenty-four hours
he’d been in the country.
Which had been a lot, considering the short amount of time.
That was exactly why having Charo sharing accommodations with us was
so dangerous. She had no social filters of any kind and no regard for privacy.
I was genuinely shocked she wasn’t plundering herself into our room and
taking my fake boyfriend out of bed, so she could continue her perusal.
Charo’s chatter kept filling the kitchen as I nodded my head absently. “Y
justo como le dije a tu madre, llegará un día en el que Lina tendrá que
superar lo de Daniel.” Just how I told your mom, one day, Lina will have to
get over Daniel. “Sino se va a quedar para vestir santos y …”
Jesus, my cousin had just used that Spanish expression I hated so much.