To Camille’s astonishment, four weeks had passed quietly.
Now her cousin Larentia Acca Batiste was as familiar in the rambling old
hacienda as she was.
The two cousins looked at each other over coffee that
morning.
Larentia was the first to speak. “Now admit it cousin you are happy I’m here?”
Larentia was the first to speak. “Now admit it cousin you are happy I’m here?”
“Yes, I have to admit having you around has been fun,”
Camille said rising to walk over to the buffet hutch to refill her plate. “The scrambled eggs were cooked to perfection
this morning. I believe I’ll just have a little more.”
Larentia shrugged and sighed deeply. “I’ve been here four
weeks now and I’m a little bored. Nothing fun ever happens around her.
Everything is just so ordinary,” she sighed heavily.
Suddenly the door of the dining room swung open. Desmond
Garcia walked in carrying flowers. His face was flushed. He was breathing hard.
“Oh my goodness those are beautiful,” Camille exclaimed
taking a half step backward. She turned around and resumed what she was doing.
“Who sent them?” Larentia asked.
“Why Desmond did of course,” Camille excitedly said
without looking up.
Desmond’s strained voice rose into the air. “No I
didn’t.”
Camille twirled around abruptly. “You didn’t?” She asked
with deep concern.
She looked up at Desmond. He stared back at her.
The room felt uncomfortable.
“Well? He said.
“Desmond I don’t understand. You’re standing their
holding what looks like about four dozen red roses in an elegant crystal vase
and you didn’t send them. They can’t be for me.”
“But they are for you. The card says so. Read it,”
Desmond commanded.
Camille looked again at Desmond’s face before reaching
for the card. She opened it slowly.
“My Dearest Camille, Passion is loves most powerful force
in the whole universe. But I’ve told you that many times before. I don’t regret
your coming to see me four weeks ago and I hope you don’t either. I know you
were upset when you did. But what happened between us was meant to happen.
This won’t be my last message. I fight for what I want
and Camille I want you.
These
roses are a symbol of how much you mean to me. Our romance is everlasting. For
it will never know an ending. Honestly I don’t know what you see in Desmond
Garcia. But I’m waiting whenever you need me. I’m here for you. Yours truly
with all my love. Delmar Devereaux.”
Camille looked between Desmond and her cousin Larentia.
Desmond turned away. But not before Camille saw pain and
betrayal raging in his face.
“Desmond!” Camille called out sharply. “We need to talk.”
At the sound of her voice Desmond stiffens slightly. He
dropped the vase of roses. They went crashing to the floor. “No! Not right now.
Not right now. I can’t,” he choked out leaving the room.
“For Christ sake, Desmond this is not what it looks
like,” Camille pleaded.
Stay
tuned…….To be continued…
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