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sounding like he’d found someone. I think both Kenyon and I were delighted. Then I rushed to tell Kenyon about Esteban. I was sure that Esteban felt the same way I did. He’d kept asking me how serious I had been with Trip, and I’d kept teasing him about being jealous. I’d never even come close to feeling about Trip as I did about Esteban.
    â€œYou haven’t kissed or anything?” Kenyon asked.
    â€œWe’ve held hands. We’re very new. Don’t laugh.”
    â€œI’m not laughing. How could you fall for someone so fast?”
    â€œMaybe it’s pheromones. I remember in health Mrs. Cohen said that males and females emit pheromones that are irresistible to each other.”
    â€œI think she was talking about animals, not people.”
    â€œShe was talking about both, Kenyon. I’d pack my bags and run away with him tomorrowif he asked me.” That was what my mom would call hyperbole.
    â€œWell, if he asks you, ask him where he plans to take you. I remember Trip teasing you once about his plans to live permanently on a boat someday…in the Florida Keys.”
    â€œA yacht, Kenyon, not a boat. Trip’s family moors this yacht in Sag Harbor that’s a block long.”
    â€œBut at least you can speak the language in Florida,” Kenyon said. “With this new fellow you might end up in Bogotá, which is a lot of city for a small-town girl to handle.”
    â€œMaybe I need a big place like Bogotá. Dad says we all need to open our minds to new things.”
    â€œSure we do, cha cha cha,” said Kenyon.

FIVE
    I LOVED THE WAY E STEBAN looked that Friday. He had a brown-and-white bandanna around his forehead, which matched his light-brown eyes. He called it a pañuelo . His skin was smooth and coffee colored, but you could see where his mustache would be if he hadn’t shaved, and his teeth were white with one on the upper right side slightly crooked. I saw a lot of his teeth because he couldn’t stop smiling. Neither could I.
    My father had a job out in Montauk, so hewas hurrying; but as he was walking down the driveway to his truck, he shouted, “Annabel, this boy doesn’t need you around while he works…. I’m having dinner with Larkin, so no need to cook for me. I’ll be very late.”
    As soon as he backed his truck out, Esteban came down the ladder and said, “You hear him? He won’t be here for dinner. I will be, if you want to have a special paella. Anna, don’t touch me yet.” I was heading toward him. “Stay away from me and I will tell you why.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œI want to do this job well. I am proud like your father. I am a perfectionist. Remember you told me he is one?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œI am one too. I do not want a distraction, which is what you are, because you have such soft eyes, I ache. Your father will be gone for dinner. My uncle works at the Pantigo Deli, where sometimes I cook with him. He makes the best paella. I will drive there later and bring some back. We will have a celebration feast thatI have finished my job!”
    â€œWe can have it in the screening room,” I said. “We can watch a movie.”
    â€œ Sí! Sí! I like that idea. I feel good with you, Anna.”
    â€œI do too, with you.”
    It was hours before I heard him at the door. I called for him to come in. I had decided to make a chocolate cake for our dessert. I was wiping my hands on a dish towel I’d tucked into my jeans as an apron, when he came up behind me.
    We couldn’t help ourselves. We were hanging on each other and kissing, but Esteban slammed his fist down on the kitchen table and said, “ Basta! It is almost dark. I have only a little more to do, but I need more nails. I will run and get them, Anna, and you can come with me and get the paella. Then we will be all set for a party after work.”
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    Before he went to the hardware