By EDUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ
McALLEN, Texas | Drawn to each other three months earlier by the coldest winter in local memory, Delia and Pedro saw their friendship grow from nothing to the ragged edges of love. Unfortunately, the year was coming to an end and the next one seemed more exciting - 1950.
Delia loved gardening; Pedro loved partying.
The old army wool blanket from his days in the military they had shared at his place suddenly found itself in the back of the closet. Their chrysalid relationship had not stood the test of time, as they said in all romance novels.
Pedro had tried, is what he would've said about the unexpected breakup. And he was used to trying, having managed a tire repair shop for almost 10 years, the sort of enterprise that did businesses thanks to the region's cheap automobiles.
Sweet Delia was more forthcoming - she admitted she did not actually ever love Pedro, which rather surprised him, especially after seeing her so physically engrossed in their lovemaking. This he said from the perspective of a seasonal lover, which is what he had been for Delia when the cold rains and sleet came that year.
When she finally told him it was over, Pedro did an about-face and walked toward her restaurant's door, saying not one word but thinking that he wanted to tell Delia she would someday feel the emotional pain he was taking home...
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