was“I called on you Tuesday,” Consuelo whispered, but she never let go of me. She held onto my hand. “But your mother said you weren"t accepting visitors.”
I laughed. It tasted as bitter as it sounded. Did I ever tell Consuelo about Frederick and Herbert and my growing feelings for them both? I couldn"t remember. It didn"t matter. She would have seen.
In that moment, Consuelo looked at me as if she didn"t know me. She didn"t, not the true me, the me I was becoming.
“Is that what Mother said? Remarkable.” I pushed away thoughts of my mother for they made my head spin, my stomach ache. “Tell me.”
“I just heard about it myself, the very day I came to call,” Consuelo spoke softly, tenderly, as if speaking to a wounded child. She did. “Apparently they met at some college event. Herbert is s
