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All that Glitters, is not Gold…Chapter 2
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“Promise me you will return.” Her grandmother requested, looking into Tina’s eyes imploringly.
Tina looked at her neta with confusion. “Return where?”
Tears filled the eyes of the older woman, who yearned to see her homeland one last time. “Spain,” she whispered with reverence. “You remember all those places I took you to, don’t you?” She asked Tina, urgently gripping her hand.
“Barcelona is in your blood child. As strong as it runs in mine, it is in yours. It is where you and I belong.”
Montserrat Pujol i Pujol remembered her family sadly, her tears spilling over, rolling gently down her weathered cheeks, each tear honoring those who had stayed true to their heritage. “We come from a long line of proud Catalans. It is our spiritual home, my darling Tina. Promise me…”
The old woman stopped to catch her breath. Tina leaned over, both scared and concerned for her grandmother.
“Promise you what, avia?”
“Promise me you will return to Barcelona, and live your life as our family once did. Promise me you will have children. Please child, don’t let our family line end with you.”
The tone of the old woman’s voice scared Tina with its intensity. But, she could never truly be scared by this woman. For this was the woman who had brought so much love into her young life. This was the woman who taught her the meaning of tradition, of family. This was the woman who taught Tina the old ways of cooking. No, Tina could never be scared by this woman…for this was the person who had passed on to her, all her passion for life, all her passion for where she had come from…who had shown her the true meaning of love.
Tina looked into her grandmother’s eyes, and fiercely nodded her head. “I promise, avia. I will go…I will…I promise.”
The frail woman leaned back further into her pillows, the conversation taking its toll. “Good neta…good. I knew you would understand.”
She motioned her head in the direction of the nightstand. “Hand me that box, please.”
Tina reached over and picked up the small black box, feeling the soft velvet brush across her fingers. She handed it to her grandmother, who’s hands were slightly shaking. The old woman, tried to open the box, but at this stage in her illness, couldn’t find the strength to complete even this simple task.
Tina reached out and gently took the box into her own hands. “Here avia, let me.”
Slowly, she opened the box, craning her neck a little closer the get a better view of the treasure inside. What she saw, caused a small gasp to escape her lips. There, nestled in the soft red satin, was a beautiful gold ring. It was a simple band of white gold, with a feature face on top, in the shape of a shield. Nestled within the shield were four rows of perfectly round cut, blood red rubies, each row finished with a yellow gold bar on the side of it. It was breathtakingly stunning.
Tina looked at her grandmother with amazement. “It’s incredible,” she whispered in awe.
“Do you recognize the design,” her grandmother prompted gently.
Tina looked at the ring closely, the shield design immediately familiar to her. She looked up at the wall above her grandmothers head, and pointed to the small flag she saw there.
Tina’s grandmother smiled as she patted her hand appreciatively. “Very good my child.”
Tina’s grandmother motions for her to take the ring from it’s box. Tina carefully placed it in the palm of her hand, and held it out for the older woman. With trembling fingers, Tina’s grandmother takes the family heirloom into her hand, and brings it to her lips, briefly kissing it. Taking Tina’s hand in her own, she proudly slips it onto the ring finger of her granddaughter’s right hand.
“This is for you my child,” she states emotionally. “Never forget me, and never forget your roots,” she says.
Tina nods her head tearfully, looking deeply into the world weary eyes before her. “I won’t,” she choked out, her own tears starting to take over. “I promise, I won’t.”
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The sound of a child crying bought Tina back to the present. She looked around, disorientated for a moment until her eyes focused on the billowing Catalan flag, hanging proudly from a balcony on a building across the street.
Her eyes filled with tears. “Oh avia, I love you so much, but what sacrifices must I make in order to fulfill those promises of long ago?”
tbc…
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oh gawd. family, honor and traditions. this should be so good. but where the hell is bette going. tina is losing her soul by anothers desires. hmmmm. very interesting. can see the pictures in my head girls. so wonderful at describing and leaving imprints im my head. thanks.
wow what great visuals.I love this story. i was just in Austria and saw swveral living statues. They were just as u described. i hope tina realizes that bette is what she wants and grandma will understand. post soon.
Wow what a difficult situation Tina’s in. I can’t wait to see how you guys are going to lay this out. Thanks!
Wow, just catching up, as usual. Great start, ladies! Although you did have me, in the first chapter. As soon as I saw Helena, I was already backing away from my computer. I mean, I love you two, but I can’t do Tina/Helena or Bette/Candace. I just can’t, sorry. But, luckily, my faith in your writings told me to endure, at least to the end of the chapter. And, just a glimpse of her name, I was able to compose myself, and settle into this incredible ride, which I know I’m in for. Thanks for sacrificing to do this. Believe me you’re more appreciated then you’ll ever know. Post soon, please.
Poor Tina…what will she do? Oh..and I will wait as long as I have to for the next chapter
I liked this chapter, although I have to admit that I am confused a bit. I thought Tina was flying back to Palm Springs in the last chapter to end things with Helena. Now she’s back in Spain and Bette is leaving?
Familial traditions and deathbed promises…all the makings of angst for Tina. I hope when all is said and done she will find a way to fulfill her grandmother’s promise with compromise.
Well done you two….blood is thicker than water you know…excellent.
What beauty….what style…what discription. I look forward to the rest. You both are great writers and sea you know how i feel about you. Kepp it up…you are wonderful writers……
I think this is a wonderful beginning to what can only be an amazing story. I must also say that I have been reading fanfic for almost a year and this is the first story that has compelled me to leave a comment. Again amazing start ladies and keep up the good work.
As I said to you in NY I am liking this story Sea.It was nice meeting you. I amazed to hear that you had started reading my story.I hope that you can find the time to ready it and let me know what you think.
Well this is taking off to a very different start! I like it Keep up the good work you two! Also We have A part Spanish Tina in this fic and a Bette who isn’t noticeably biracial in another. wowzers! Cant wait to see how this will go!
WOW!!! Ladies great story!! Looking forward to more chapters SOON!!!!! Like maybe tomorrow… hint, hint … what do you think? Any chance?
THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!
I just saw your comment.It is an honor that you are reading it.I hope you continue to do so.
I love anything you both write. Thanks for this story. Tina has to live for herself not for a promise made when she 14. I’m sure her grandmother only wanted Tina to be happy and thought she’d find that happiness in Spain (Bette)
Tina a Pujol i Pujol? No doubt she comes from a line of prouds catalans. Which year the present time part of the story is suppose to be happening? The reference to the old spanish currency confuses me. Anyway, have you thought about they getting married in Barcelona? That would be more than funny, that would be legal.
diffitcult situation and decision. which to choose? sometimes options aren’t much… post soon! i’ll stick to this one for sure!
ah exploring this side of life. family, honor, tradition, dignity and heritage. not many is written in this way. interesting. looking forward to more.
Honor is going to break her heart and bette’s for awhile!!!!!!!!!
Wish there could have been more chapters…:(