By the end of tonight, I will be Andy Keating’s girlfriend. It’s all I can think about as I leap over piles of my dirty clothes and shimmy past the fairy gardens that fill my window ledge as “Take On Me” plays for the hundredth time. I land on a discarded dress – the third one I tried on tonight – and go sliding across the laminate wood floor. I’m glad Andy can’t see me now… but I still do one more spin as the lead singer from a-ha hits the last high note. Usually I don’t listen to eighties music, but this isn’t just another song. This is our song.
Tonight is the darkest night of the year.
It is so dark, you can barely make out the stone cottage sitting in front of you. It is the only building in the valley. A path runs right from the fields to a red front door, framed by the remains of a rose bush. In summer, when days are long and warm, the roses flourish. But there are no roses now. It is the dead of winter and the dead of night. The door is surrounded by thorns.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ A Cuban Girl’s Guide to Tea and Tomorrow
Call it whatever you like. A vacation. A high school graduation present. Maybe even an escape. All I know is I’m as far from Miami as I’ve ever been.
I’m here because the Cuban Remedy failed. It’s forever ancient and reads like a recipe. Though the ingredients may vary from family to family, the goal is always the same: suffer heartbreak and your family will fix you. Except no amount of food and family could heal my heartbreak, so like a plotline from one of Mami’s telenovelas, they tricked me instead.