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the morning and I say a prayer for her and for you. I want so much for both of you to be happy. The two of you mean more to me than anything on the face of this earth.”
                  Isabella began crying and stunned Lucy sat in silence, not knowing what to do. It was the first time that she had seen her grandmother look anything less than perfect as mascara ran down her face in black lines.
    Rodrigo pulled Isabella to him and as her face touched his shoulder her lipstick left red marks on his white shirt.  “Shhh, shhh , my darling. It’s okay. It’s okay.”
                  It was obvious from the way that he held and touched Isabella that Rodrigo loved her, and Lucy felt something turn in her stomach at the thought. She had looked at them and seen what the rest of the world saw, a woman in her seventies, married to a gorgeous young man, and had thought the worst, that Rodrigo had married her grandmother for her money. Lucy felt ashamed of herself for judging something that she didn’t understand.
                  After a few minutes her grandmother stopped crying, and Rodrigo used his handkerchief to wipe away the tears and mascara from her face. Isabella’s mouth was bare and Lucy felt like an intruder as her grandmother leaned forward, kissed her husband, and said, “I love you.”
                  He kissed her back, and it was a kiss full of passion as he said, “I love you too.”
                  Isabella slowly turned back to Lucy. “I’m sorry for that. It’s painful for me to talk about your mother. But I want you to know that I love the both of you and that I’m sorry that I couldn’t be the mother and grandmother that George wanted me to be.”
                  “Oh no!”
                  Her grandmother shook her head, and raised her hand. “Stop. I know how he saw me, how he’ll always see me, and honestly I wouldn’t care if it wasn’t for you and your mother. For years I was plagued with guilt for not at least trying to pretend around him. I told myself that I was being selfish, but I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to lie and pretend, and I didn’t want to teach you by example to lie about who you are. Each of us can only be the person that we are, and do the best that we can by our children.”
                  “Mom loves you.”
                  Isabella took a deep breath. “I know she does and I love her but I’ll never understand the life that she’s chosen, and though I very much regret that, I cannot change it.”
                  Rodrigo cleared his throat and said, “I have not been fortunate enough to have a child but I would imagine that it is hard when you see your child…,” he gestured toward Lucy, “or your grandchild, do something that you think will make them unhappy and yet they won’t listen.”
                  Her grandmother nodded her head. “Yes, it is. I understood that Rosaline loved George. I could even have learned to accept it, but then I saw her changing who she was for him. The longer that she was with him, the less I saw of my Rosaline. She became someone else and I couldn’t stand it.”
                  Lucy asked, “Was that what you fought about that last time?”
                  Her grandmother reached out and picked up her half-full glass of champagne, and took a sip before saying, “Yes. We had gone shopping that day; you, Rosaline, and I, and we had come back late. We walked in and he started on her immediately. He was furious that she hadn’t been home, waiting on him. He hadn’t known where she was, and she hadn’t left a note. When she apologized to him I saw red. He talked to her like she was beneath him and she was the one apologizing. I was furious.”
                  She drained the rest of her glass of champagne and said, “I didn’t say anything even though I