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Henry Chaves and his wife, Ana, along with their two children are living a happy and carefree life in Las Flores. They relocated from California to the small town in New Mexico. Henry and Ana are deeply in love. The challenge of finding employment in a small town begin to affect their marriage. Ana accepts a job as a police officer because Henry, a high school English teacher, cannot find a teaching position. There is an incident when Ana and her partner are on patrol. The incident changes her life and the life of her family. Henry is put in a position where the safety of his family is threatened, and he must make a decision to save not only his family but himself–a decision that will alter their lives forever.

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Publié par	Xlibris US
Date de parution	11 avril 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781669818472
Langue	English

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Tomorrow’s Goodbye

Sal Mirabal
Artist: Pola López

Copyright © 2022 by Sal Mirabal.

Library of Congress Control Number:
2022906008
ISBN:
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978-1-6698-1848-9

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978-1-6698-1760-4

eBook
978-1-6698-1847-2

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 06/27/2022

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CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27

TO THE MEMORY OF MY GRAND PARENTS: JUAN AND CANDELARIA RENTERIA. May they rest in peace.

We all want to drink the waters of satisfaction- But all we get are the waters of discontent.
—Krishna
CHAPTER 1
I T WAS AFTER twelve midnight and the clock was ticking toward early morning. Henry Chaves and his wife Ana had been entertaining guests. It was the tail end of a going away party held at their home in Hacienda Heights, California, a suburb of Los Angeles. Henry resigned from his job as a high school teacher and Ana from her job as a librarian for the City of Los Angeles. They had decided to leave California, reluctantly, at least for Ana, who was born and raised in the grand city of the angels. Henry could have stayed and continued his career with the school district. In ten or more years, he could have retired with a decent pension and full benefits. And then they could have relocated to Las Flores, New Mexico, where they were moving, his birthplace. But Henry was the type of man who at times ignored the practical.
Henry always claimed to be aware when his personality did not complement his environment, and with Ana’s blessing, they were going to embark on a great expectation kind of journey. Henry was born and raised in the Eastside barrio of Las Flores. At age eighteen he left Las Flores to live and attend college in California.
The best thing Henry had going for him was that he still loved his wife Ana, deeply. After ten years of marriage, he still loved her, and not only was the sex wonderful, but she was also a great mother to the children. She had a special place in his heart that he had never felt before, for any other woman. He was amazed because ten years married with children, in his opinion, was extremely long for a man and a woman to share the same bed. He composed love poems for Ana, that he called pretty words, so as not to sound pretentious. Ana loved them, especially if she inspired him to write them. His pretty words like, “my flower of heaven, I love you as I have never loved before, grant me my wish and stay with me forever more,” made her feel alive with joy and loved beyond the ordinary. She believed that all women deserved pretty words, but it was sad that only a few were fortunate enough to get them.
Henry Chaves was picking up cans and empty bottles in the extensive backyard with a one arm bandit. Henry would never touch any items left behind by guests with his bare hands. He was wearing white latex gloves as if he was going to perform experimental surgery on some unsuspecting patient. Ana, in her sexy black dress approached from within the house followed by three middle aged women. Ana called Henry and gestured with her hand to join them. Henry saw the women with Ana and said, “Shit,” to himself. It was the school principal and her minions.
The principal had grown thick, more in the last few years because she had never been thin. Curvy was the term she used to describe herself, a trendy, euphemistic definition utilized by some so as not to offend by using the incendiary and offensive F and O words. But at times her body image gave her the excuse to be harsh with her underlings. Henry had never seen eye to eye with her on her approach of running a school, and a high school, with all the complexities and all the problems that never ended.
“Henry, Henry, my darling man,” and she attempted to hug him close to the pool.
Henry put up his hands as if directing traffic and motioned to the gloves with his chin. Disappointment registered all over the principal’s round face. She didn’t care about rejection, she had convinced herself, having sampled it for most of her life. It was the fact that the minions had witnessed Henry not wanting to hug her, gloves or no gloves. Besides, she was more concerned about the gossip that was going to be shared on Monday morning that she had gone to Henry’s going away party, a teacher she never got along with, and was not even given a hug for her trouble.
“Señora, Señora,” Henry exaggerated. “My hands are tied. I have been picking up cans and bottles and other trash for the last hour. I hope to make a quick run to the recycling station early tomorrow or the following day. You cannot believe what I have picked up on this beautiful morning to be. Unrecognizable items that I’m sure some individuals discarded as trophies. Besides, I want to wash my hands right away when I take off these filthy gloves. I hope you’re not allergic to latex, Señora.”
Henry knew that the principal hated to be called Señora, but she never said anything about it. She was aware that Henry would claim she was indeed a Señora, and it was difficult for her to refute it. And a Señora, in most cases was a loved, if not a respected female, especially in the communities of color. The principal took it as an affront to her age by a younger male in the prime of his life, while she was a middle marcher on the way to oblivion.
“I just came to say, we are all going to miss you, Henry,” the principal responded, pushing her smile to the limits. “The staff, the ones that couldn’t make it, although I saw some who did, wish you the best in the future. I brought you a departing gift for you and your lovely wife Ana.” She held out her right hand and one of her lady friends placed the wrapped gift in the principal’s chubby hand. She handed the gift to Ana. She didn’t want to risk getting too close to Henry. And not only because of the unclean gloves but she thought that Henry might push her into the pool and think it funny.
“You didn’t have to go to any trouble on our account,” Henry said, with an ironic grin. He knew that the gift was a dictionary or a cookbook that had been purchased and wrapped by one of her capable assistants. The vice principal for sure.
“No, not a problem, Henry,” the principal responded in a cheery mood again. She gave up on the idea that Henry was going to kiss her ass. She knew it was time to move on beyond Henry. Henry had turned out to be a disappointment. But she had others to cultivate, and a good crop was at hand.
“Well thank you anyway, my good-looking woman,” Henry replied, Henry being Henry. “And may the gods continue to be by your side and guide you toward a heavenly rapture.”
Ana looked at Henry and said to herself, “here he goes.” Before Henry uttered another word, Ana touched the principal on the elbow and walked her back toward the house. Ana led the principle and her entourage out the front door, said thanks and goodnight, and went back inside the house.
After Henry finished outside and had meticulously removed the latex gloves and deposited them in the trash bin, he washed his hands thoroughly. Ana walked into the kitchen from the living room with a plastic bag full of disposable items.
Henry smiled and said, “hey there sweetheart, you getting tired? We can call it a night. We should go to bed and finish up in the morning.” Then he got close to her and kissed her on the mouth.
Ana also smiled and held on to Henry. She kissed his neck. She knew that was a turn on for him.
“Hey, hey,’’ Henry sang out. “We must get cleaned up and lock up the house. And then Ana my love, we’ll see. I’m in the sky is the limit mood and anticipating a night of indescribable pleasure. An arousing physical adventure of desire and unparalleled beauty, with no end in sight. I will hold you in my arms until the sun diminishes the last morning star and we rejoice in its eternal light. And you and only you, can take us there, my lovely Ana, love of my life, queen of my universe.”
“Oh Henry, you’re so sweet, my good-looking man,” Ana responded, as happy as only true love can make you. She was also thrilled because when Henry was in that mood, she was in for a fun time. She was sure Henry would go toes to head with his lips and tongue, with plenty to spare for the middle kingdo