Chapter 3

• It rang again, my heart was beating again. I reached over and took it in my trembling hands. All at once the sighs, and I decided it was time to answer: as soon as I did the trembling words echoed through my throat.
• “How... how did you get my number?”
• “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. It's just that I was so anxious to know your voice.”
• “You really scared me, are you spying on me? Do you want me to block you? “I was direct.
• “No... please don't block me. Trust me... “he begs.
• “Why would I trust you? Now I don't know if all these pictures you've sent me, all that you've told me is a lie or the truth.”
• “You just have to trust me.”
• “I don't trust people, besides you got my number against my will. It would have been easier to ask me for it.”
• “Would you have given it to me if you had?”
• “No...”
• “There's my answer.”
• “Anyway, we only play it through the site. There's no need to put it out there. Besides you know about my life, I can't put my little family like that.”
• “I want to know...”
• “What?”
• “I want to know your name.”
• “You have it on the page.”
• “Really? “I don't think your name is... I don't think your name is: the sexy girl.
• “I won't tell you, why would I tell you my name? “I wanted to know confused.”
• “That way I could get everything ready for us to get married.”
• “You're lying to me, I won't marry you. Besides, not who would marry someone like me. I'm separated, my baby doesn't even have a last name and she's a little girl who's not even a year old. I'm raising her, and the worst thing is that I'm in those pages because I have no other choice.”
• “I am not judging you, on the contrary, I think you are an incredible woman, and a fighter. I'm just asking you to give me the opportunity to enter your life and show you that I'm not the same as all men.”
• “In time maybe I will tell you my name, or surely you could find out.”
• “Please, my child, don't be hard on me.”
• “First of all, why are you in such a hurry to get married, if you won't tell me the truth I won't give in a bit either.”
• “It's just that... as you well know, I'm quite young: like in the movies, men like me, businessmen and good”looking men are required to present a wife to society.”
• “That's very 18th century," I commented.
• “That may be, but that's what I'm required to do. I need a wife. I don't trust people, I don't trust any woman: most of them I know how it is that they will only want me for my money and that doesn't convince me.
• “And how do you know I wouldn't want you for your money?”
• “Because I know you're not like that.”
• “You think you know me? Maybe you're getting the wrong person.”
• “Maybe, but I still need ....”
• I gave a loud sigh. I picked up the phone and again, I decided to talk.
• “I don't know, Francisco. Besides, I don't know if your name is really Francisco.”
• “I call myself that way. I don't need to hide my real identity, honestly I don't care.”
• “You can... you can dream because I won't tell you my real name.”
• I shrugged my shoulders.
• “ Then I'll guess.”
• “Try then," she commented amused.
• “Your name is Melissa.”
• “Not even close.”
• “Your name is Samantha.”
• “Less.”
• “ Camila, Briana, Benjamina.”
• “Is there such a last name? “ I wanted to know.
• “I don't know: Belén, Estefanía, Natalia, Roberta.”
• “My name is more common than you think.”
• “If you don't tell me, I won't be able to know.”
• “When I meet you in person, I'll tell you," I said without hesitation.
• “So you want to meet me in person? “he says flirtatiously.
• I roll my eyes and tell him:
• “I don't know, now can I go back to my life and you stop talking to me?”
• “Okay, I'm anxious to write with you.”
• I cut him off, I didn't want to have a conversation with him again. Although to tell the truth: for the first time in a long time my heart was beating wildly.
• My skin as it was bristling, the hairs tilted upwards as if waiting for someone to crush them in a caress.
• I sighed as I closed my eyes and felt for the first time desired, I felt beautiful as if someone like him would notice someone like me.
• I had gone for a walk, I liked the park it was close to the neighborhood. I lived in a small house, which was a nice environment for raising children to tell the truth. Although it was small, I found it very comfortable.
• I was very happy, day by day I felt that everything I did was worthwhile. The park had freshly mowed grass and the scent of it could not be missed. The flowers were at their peak, dancing from one side to the other in the wind.
• As soon as I sat down on a worn bench: apparently it had been white. I looked around me. Emma was in the stroller playing with her own hands. I started to turn her around so that she could watch the games, she was still too small to put her in the hammock. She liked to watch colors though. Whenever we came to this place she would look from one side to the other and laugh.
• I sighed, started to take a couple more pictures, I know she was very cute. Then I decide to take both of us together. I take her out of the stroller and held her in my lap. She was a very smart little girl, she was starting to push herself to sit up on her own. Her golden hair and light eyes looked at me intently.