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lives. I wanted to tell her all this and beg for her forgiveness…  But instead I said, “Maybe we should try again.”
    She let out a long, slow breath. “No,” she replied softly.
    We continued sipping tea in silence. I had no idea how noisy tea sipping could be, but with the lack of conversation in the room, the clanking of cups against saucers along with our slurps seemed to reverberate loudly off the walls. Finally she spoke again.
    “I always thought I’d have more children.” Her voice was coming from a distant time. “Back when I met your father, I had my mind set on a large family. I thought you’d have three or four younger brothers and sisters.” She looked at me and smiled, as if she was seeing me for the first time. “You’d have made a wonderful big sister.”
    Just when I thought I couldn’t feel any worse, my mother was revealing a side of herself I hadn’t known. I couldn’t believe how fragile and vulnerable she sounded. I had no idea she’d wanted more children. And the only reason she was telling me her most secret desires was because she was hurting so badly over being dumped.
    I realized there was more to it than being dumped by a man she hardly knew. She was feeling she was no longer desirable. That maybe she was getting old.
    Later that night I lay in bed, the entire evening haunting my thoughts. Fat tears flowed freely down my cheeks. I promised myself if I could do anything to make this right, I would. In the future, I would always support my mother no matter what. She needed to know she wasn’t getting old, and that she was desirable. I said a soft prayer for the right boyfriend to come along, and I drifted off into a restless sleep.
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    A few days later, when I got home from school, I found my mother’s Explorer in the driveway. This wasn’t such a big deal. She often got home from work early. But there was a Porsche next to her car.
A Porsche!
    That
was a big deal. A Porsche in the driveway meant just one thing. There was a man in the house.
    I walked into the foyer and saw them, my mother and the man. He was tall and ruggedly handsome, with thick waves of jet black hair. He was wearing an obviously expensive maroon cashmere sweater, dark slacks, and stylish loafers. He was holding in his hands an eighteen-inch statue of a reclining woman. They were laughing.
    “Megan, you’re home,” my mother called when I walked in. There was joy in her voice, something I hadn’t heard in several days. “This is Armando.”
    Armando looked at me. His eyes were deep pools of intensity that immediately gripped me.
    “Hello, Megan,” he said. His voice was rich and creamy, like a decadent hot chocolate, with a sexy, Spanish lilt.
    “Oh… Hi,” I replied, completely taken aback.
    “Hon, Armando was nice enough to deliver the sculpture I bought from his art gallery this afternoon.”
    “Sculpture?”
    “Yes. I was strolling by his gallery at lunch, and I just couldn’t take my eyes off this beautiful Lynne Scott figurine.” She ran her fingers along the sleek curves of the small statue.
    “Lynne Scott? We can’t afford her work.”
    She looked at Armando self-consciously. “I know,” she said her voice lowering. “But it’s been so gloomy around here the past few days. I thought this might be just the thing to cheer us up. And well… I didn’t have my check book, but Armando said
no problem
, he’d deliver it and pick up the check at the same time.” She smiled at him gratefully.
    My eyes again moved to Armando. I was riveted by how gorgeous he was.
    “I’ll leave you two alone to enjoy the sculpture,” he crooned in a voice filled with music.
    “You’ll do no such thing,” my mother said. “Stay for tea. It’s the least I can offer since you went so far out of your way for me.” She looked at Armando and batted her eyes.
    Oh my goodness! She’s flirting with him… And badly, I might add.
    Quickly, I scanned his left hand for a ring. There was a large, ornate