Page 39 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

I burst out laughing.

“Cuchu, please don’t laugh. I’m worried.”

“Worried?”

She leans in toward Graciela and me.

“I’ve had some very sexy dreams about him, and now the one who’s all shaky without having had a cappuccino is me.”

I’m still laughing. My sister is hilarious. But she really does look worried.

“So, let’s see, you like Juan Alberto?”

My sister picks up her orange Fanta and takes a long swallow.

“I like him more than eating crawfish with my hands.”

The three of us roar with laughter.

“I’d like to know more about him, Cuchu. He’s a very nice guy, and I like his personality.”

“He’s not right for you, Raquel.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s going back to Mexico and—”

“Why would I care about that?”

That throws me off. Of course she’s going to care about that.

“I’m not looking for him to swear eternal love or anything like that,” she says. “I want to be a modern woman for once in my life and know what it’s like to have a little fling.”

“What?” I ask, stunned.

“Cuchufleta, I just want to have a good time. Forget my problems. To feel pretty and desired. I just don’t want to mess around with him and later find out he’s married. I don’t want to be the cause of another woman’s suffering.”

My sister is the most conventional person on the face of the earth, but now she wants to have a little fling? I’m totally flabbergasted.

It’s clear she wants me to tell her something about her possible fling, but I just look over at Graciela. She knows Juan Alberto better than I do.

“A fling?”

She smiles. She’s so pretty when she does.

“Oh, Cuchu, I must be very desperate for attention because, when I’m with him or he says ‘sabrosa,’ all I want to do is grab him by the neck, throw him in my room, and do things to him,” she says. “I mean, he just really revs me up!”

Revs her up?

My sister just said Juan Alberto revs her up?

I’m dying here. My God! Raquel desperately needs sex and really wants me to give her any info at all about this guy.

“Graciela, you know Juan Alberto better than I do, so, please, help my sister out and tell her something about him,” I say.

“Well, he’s divorced and—”

“Divorced?”

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