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impeccably and was wearing hardly any makeup at all. Dominic flushed because he felt so damn stupid but Josephine smiled with a pleased look on her face. She complimented him on his clothes and invited him in. She offered him a seat in the den, poured him a glass of iced tea, paused and asked in her Spanish accent if he was joining them tonight.
        He moved the glass away from his lips before taking a sip.
         “What?”
         “For Daniel’s birthday?”
         Dominic looked back at Josephine with an expression of stupidity on his face. Tristan sauntered down the stairs and into the den where her boyfriend was sitting.
        “Uh no.” Dominic got up and brushed off his pants. “We’re going to dinner. It’s our anniversary.”
        “Oh,” Josephine said, looking confused. 
         “No.” Tristan smiled at Josephine and then at Dominic. “Babe, we’re going with my parents to celebrate my father’s birthday, remember?”
         Dominic hoped she was joking. If she was, Josephine surely wasn’t in on it.
         "Nobody told me anything.” Josephine said to Tristan.
        “You didn’t tell me either,” Dominic said.
        “I’ll leave you to it,” Josephine said, stepping out of the den.
        “Tristan, you’re kidding, right?”
        “I told you tonight’s my dad’s birthday.”
       “You never said we were going anywhere with them. I told you I made reservations for us.”
        “Our anniversary was Wednesday.”
       He bit down on his tongue. “I told you Monday that I was making plans for us to go out tonight. You knew that. I even made the reservations for that place you’ve been wanting to go to since we moved out here.”
       Tristan shook her head.
       “Well I don’t remember that.”
       “Tris!”
        “Don’t yell at me! What’s the big deal anyway, we can go out tomorrow?”
       “Do you have a mental retardation?”  
       “Dominic!” Tristan snapped, sliding the den door closed so no one could hear them. “Don’t talk to me like that!”
       “You’re not doing this, not tonight. Not tonight.”
      “We can still celebrate. We can celebrate both!”
       “What do you really have planned?”
       “What are you talking about?” Tristan crossed her arms and followed Dominic to the other side of the room.
      “Sounds like you just don’t want me to go. And Josephine looked like she didn’t know what you were talking about.”
      “Josephine has an accent.”
      “What the hell does that mean? Do her ears have an accent?!”
        Dominic knew tonight was already ruined, that their plans were soaked because Tristan was raining all over this. He had an unsettling feeling in his stomach.
       “All right Tristan, whatever. I’m leaving.  Have fun.” Dominic left the roses on the sofa and walked out of the house angry on the phone.
       He sat in his truck and closed his eyes, squeezing the phone in one hand. There was that feeling in his stomach again, that feeling that his relationship was in trouble, that feeling things were heading south, that tinge of regret moving out here. He didn’t want to ask himself ‘why’, why he did it, why he moved out here, why he made this mistake, because he didn’t want to think of it as a mistake. Dominic was far from home, Tristan was all he had out here. He didn’t want to lose her.
      Tristan came bouncing down the sidewalk, tapped on his passenger side window. He sighed, opened his eyes and looked at her.
     “Can we talk? Just open the door?”
     Instead he rolled down the window some.
     “I’m sorry. You were right, okay?”
     “What does that even mean?” He said flatly.
      “Let’s go to the restaurant.”
        He looked from her shoulder length hair that was hanging in big loose curls, pinned back on one side of her head, slanting her eye. She looked good and he almost gave in.
    “I already cancelled our reservations.”
    “We’ll