Emma handed her friend the silly card she’d constructed.
Gloria opened it and made a delightful sound, one of which Emma had never heard coming from her sophisticated lady friend. In fact, to Emma’s surprise, the laughter continued until she couldn’t stop herself from joining in. Pretty soon, they were both holding their tummies, and bent down with their heads near their laps. Emma had never found her as delightful as at that moment. Finally, Gloria wiped her tears, and asked her how she knew about the Fabulous Boxer Boys.
“My mom told me years ago, and tomorrow the entertainment is going to be very similar. Only it will be the Tecate Girls dancing in the outside square.” A serious expression filled her face then, “Tomorrow my mom will be here, and I don’t want to hurt her, so if I seem less loving toward you for a few days, please know that you are in my heart.” Emma was still dealing with blurred eyes and now a strained tummy. “You know, maybe memories like the Boxer Boys can be in your conversations with Mom. I mean, those memories belong to both of you.”
“Mori and I had our problems, but that was a long time ago, and because of you, I’m determined to fix my relationship with her.” She waved her index finger in a scolding way, but her eyes were smiling. “But if she jumps on me with fists coming my way, I will have to fight back, you know.”
“That never happened, did it?” Emma’s nose hurt from the wine coming out. “Ouch, Gloria. That hurt.”
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