is?â
José looked at her. Why did women have to ask these kinds of questions? No, Nina wasnât nearly as pretty as Helen. But her face was kind and open, and her dark eyes fl ashed when she was angry. When she smiled she revealed straight teeth, and there was a vulnerability to Nina that sweetened her face like powdered sugar sweetens fresh strawberries. Helen was a crème brûlée. Fancy and highly prized but no good on a hot summerâs day. He smiled at Nina.
She pulled the scarf off her head. âOf course not. Sheâs prettier. So, someone you used to see. Boy, you are full of surprises.â
Eleven
N ina walked up to an ATM, slid in her card, and punched in her pin. She pulled out her cell phone and jiggled it from side to side at José. âI canât even keep a phone well fed. You know I had to get a cosigner for this thing?â She chose the Fast Cash twenty-dollar button. âThatâs how screwed up my credit is. And I could be picking up that big tip right now. Rentâs due. I have to pay rent and bounce my last five hundred.â Not to mention my half of the clinic fee.
The machine spat out the money; Nina grabbed it and stuffed it in her purse. âHey, sorry Iâve been such a grump.â
José looked at her quizzically. âWhatâs a grump?â
Nina grabbed his arm. âItâs when someone isnât being as nice as they should. Thanks for coming with me.â
José just nodded and stood there, silent as usual.
She hiked her purse up on her shoulder. âSo where we gonna eat?â
José said, âLetâs get a taxi.â
âWhy donât we eat around here?â
âPatience, Nina. Letâs get a cab.â
A cab? José? âBut I thought you donât ride in cabs.â
More restaurant lore about José. They chalked it up to frugality, figuring heâd inherited some of that from Manny.
âThat was yesterday.â
âOkay. Iâm tired anyway.â
So they exchanged small talk while they waited for a vacant cab, Nina pulling information out of José who, she was sure, would have preferred to stand there in the continued silence. She tried to ask him questions with short answers.
Joséâs favorite subject in school was math; Ninaâs was history. Joséâs favorite color was blue; Ninaâs was orange. Joséâs favorite ice cream was strawberry; Ninaâs was cookies and cream. José didnât watch television; Nina liked Gilliganâs Island . José had wanted to be a doctor when he was really little; Nina wanted to be a dancer. She couldnât believe she blurted it out.
âA dancer? Really, Nina? What kind of dancer?â
He looked into her eyes, interested. Nina felt like some body was really seeing her for the first time in years. âA Broadway dancer. Tap, jazz, modern. You know, shows.â
âNo ballet,
huh?â
âI dunno. I guess for me, so much of dance is about the music. Classical is okay and I know thereâs modern ballet, but I like rhythm, José. I like it when the notes force themselves down into your heart and into your stomach and you canât help but respond with your body. I knew I wanted to dance as long as I could remember.â
âSo how do we get you dancing again?â
He looked so hopeful standing there, hands jammed deep in his pockets. Nina could see something different in Joséâs eyes. âYouâre gonna help me decide about the pregnancy and get my career on track? Man, youâve got your work cut out for you, donât you?â
A cab pulled up to the curb. José opened the door and helped her inside.
âSoââshe slid over on the black vinyl seatââwe going to meet another mysterious person you used to see ?â
He hesitated, then slid in next to her. âFrannie runs the Hacienda Sancho Panza.â He gave the address to the driver, then