Page 197 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

“What?” Eric asks.

Raquel looks at me. I look at her.

“Don’t tell me you’ve slept with Jesús, and you’re stuck again with...that imbecile.”

She starts crying, and I curse. I can’t believe it!

Is my sister not playing with a full deck?

Eric calms me down, and when Raquel finally stops crying, she clarifies.

“Well, no, Cuchu. I haven’t slept with Jesús, nor am I stuck with him. What kind of woman do you think I am?”

Now I’m lost, and, while I look at her for an explanation, she breaks down.

“I’m pregnant!”

Eric and I look at each other. Pregnant?

Raquel bellows in the middle of the Munich airport, and I don’t know what to do. I look to my crazy love for help.

“I can’t deal with more hormones, sweetheart. I really can’t!”

I laugh. Poor thing, I made him go through so much during my pregnancy. I help my sister to a chair.

“Let’s see, Raquel. If you didn’t slept with Jesús, whose baby is it?”

“Who do you think?”

I blink.

“What do I know? According to you, you haven’t been dating anyone.”

Tears stream down her face.

“It’s my wild little fling, c’mon.”

“Juan Alberto?” Eric asks.

“Yes.”

“What are you saying, Raquel?”

“Just that, Cuchufleta.”

“But hadn’t you broken up?” Eric asks.

My sister wipes her eyes.

“Yes, but we continued to see each other every time he came to Spain.”

“Well, you didn’t tell me,” I say.

“There was nothing to tell.”

“Fuck, well, considering there was nothing to tell, now you’re going to have to do a lot of talking with Papá, your daughters, and Juan Alberto,” I say.

Like a crazy woman, my sister gets up and screams in the middle of the airport. “I don’t have to tell him anything! Absolutely nothing!”

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