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dead, and then I love Adam. But he does nothing, he just looks at Tom and he say,
`I think you not do that.'
"What happened when Tom came back?"
"He did not come back before you came, and then Adam bring us here. He bring us here
because he is afraid that I will go with Tom."
"You don't know your husband, Connie. Adam was not afraid. That is his way, and if
you two are to be happy you must understand that ... you are Latin, and your people
are demonstrative. Adam is not."
Consuelo turned sharply around. "I do not care! You think I want to live all my life
in the desert? I am woman! I want to have happiness! I want music, good food to eat,
place to go! I want to dance, to sing, to be glad! There are men who will give me
what I want."
"And after?"
"Who thinks of after? He has gold now ... why don', we go? Why does he wait until
we are all dead?"
Miriam was folding the clothes she had washed. "In some ways," she said quietly,
"I think Adam is a fool. If he had used good sense he would have let you go with
that man, and be glad that you were gone."
"Oh?" Consuelo turned on her angrily. "What do you know about man? I think you never
have a man. I think you don't know what to do with one if you have him."
"Maybe I wouldn't," Miriam agreed, "but I could give it a try."
"You afraid of man. You afraid of what man do to you. I like a strong man, who wants
a strong woman. I think Tom Sanifer was like that."
"From what they told me in Tucson, Tom Sanifer was a cheap bully in a loud shirt."
"You hear lie. He was a strong man ... a big man." Miriam wiped off the table top
and began placing dishes for the evening meal. She had never known much about the
relationship between Connie and her brother. Adam was not inclined to discuss his
personal affairs, but she had guessed he
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was not happy. However, she was equally aware that he loved the girl he had married,
and if Adam loved her that was enough for Miriam.
"I think you don't like me," Consuelo said suddenly. "I think you hate me."
Miriam considered it, and then shook her head. "I don't hate you. I might even like
you if you weren't married to Adam, but he deserves better than you're giving him."
"Does he complain? Does he think I am not enough woman?" "There's more to being a
woman than what happens with a man in bed, believe me. You should learn that. What
you can give a man in bed he can get from any street woman, what he wants from a
wife is that, but much more. He wants tenderness, understanding, the feeling of working
together for something. You're stealing from him, Connie."
"I? Steal?"
"You're robbing him of that. If you don't give him more than you're giving him now,
you're not a wife, you're a whore." "So? You know nothing."
"He should have let Tom Sanifer have you. You'd have been better for him ... he'd
probably want nothing more from you. "
"Some day," Connie straightened and her eyes flashed, "some day I think I kill you."
"You won't kill me. You won't even try, Connie, because if you did I'd kill you.
You might kill Adam because he loves you, but you won't kill me, and you won't even