“Let’s hear it! What’s your plan?” She ordered.
“If you started a shop in America . . . you could sell your
inventory for a lot more money. The exchange rate alone will
make a big difference in itself. Let him produce your own clothing
line, and you could even design it yourself.”
“Oh yeah, you got it all worked out . . . don’t you?” Her temper
was increasing. She opened the door and stepped out into the
stopped traffic.
She put her hands on the roof and leaned over looking into the
car at me. Her hemline crept up as she bent over and the men in
the car behind us were not complaining.
“YOU! You think you can get Lisa all set up and self-supporting,
and then you don’t have to feel guilty as you blow her
off and run back to America!” Her anger was reaching its peak.
“LISA! It’s not like that!” I injected.
“Oh yeah! Send her home to take care of momma! Dump
her back in her own country and you’re done with her. You had a
few good months fucking the Costa Rican girl and got you a new
sailboat! . . . Oh Yeah . . . time to move on now!”
Lisa had always felt . . . third world . . . . and I always had to
be careful about things I said. She felt that I talked to her in a
condescending manner when I was angry. She had no idea how
much I envied and respected her.
I jumped out of the car and walked behind it smiling at the
guys in the next car as I shook my head. I spun Lisa around and
pushed her against the car. I put my face about 12" from hers.
“STOP! If you would just shut up and listen to me, you
would see that there is a bigger picture involved here! I have no
intention of leaving you here in Costa Rica. I want to help you
get your business started and then we can sail all over the world
getting new ideas for fashion as we go. You can email your designs
back to Costa Rica and we just keep on going. We can travel, I can
write my next book, and we can live happily ever after! GET IT?”
“Ever after?” as she calmed down.
Her facial expressions changed from anger to affection.
“If you’d just controlled your temper I would have told you all
of this!” I said.
“Ever after?” She repeated
HONK!!!!! HONK!!!!! HONK!!!!! HONK!!!!! Saved by the
horns!
She started laughing as she noticed that the traffic was
moving again. She kissed me very fast and jumped back into
the car. I ran around the back and the guys in the car behind us
clapped for me. I jumped into the car, as my door slammed and
the tires squealed.