Eve Swango and Tommy Baca belong to each other. Always have. Always will.
It's been years since Eve followed Tommy into the wild, subterranean depths of a New Mexico cave. Years since she realized they shared the same passionate soul, the same curiosity about that hidden world below. Tommy, intense, beautiful--hers--became her past, her present and her future.
But something within Eve won't allow her to marry Tommy, no matter how often he asks. No matter how deeply they love...
As the years surrender to time, Tommy and Eve move in and out of each other's lives, finding joy and sadness in equal measure. Each must learn, does learn, that love comes in many guises--and in the end it's the only thing that counts.
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February 28, 2007
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Excerpt from The Depth of Love by Margot Early
Eve Swango was born on Halloween, which meant birthday parties were sometimes lost in the excitement of the school parade, of Halloween cupcakes and trick-or-treating.And of course, in Viento Constante, Halloween was less of a big deal than Todos Santos, the celebration of All Saints' Day on November first and All Souls' Day on the second, when her classmates and their families visited the graves of loved ones,often leaving cempasýchil, the yellow marigold, bought at the market outside town. Eve minded none of this-- it made her feel special in a way she couldn't articulate, to have been born on All Hallows' Eve. In any case, this year she was ten, and her mother had promised her a slumber party.
Her mother had said she could invite up to six friends, but even after a year and a half in Viento Constante, Eve wasn't sure six girls would come to her house. She was the only Anglo in her grade,and even the Spanish she'd learned from Rosa and Felix, the Swangos' "help"-- when her mother wasn't around to know about it-- could not make her something other than Anglo.
She'd invited Cecilia Martinez, Maria Ortiz and Patty Romero.
She had dressed as a soccer player for Halloween. Eve had some ambition to be a professional soccer player, not for the fame but because she loved the game and was good at it. Besides, the costume was comfortable, even for the last day of October.She kicked a ball all the way home from school,picking goals between junipers along the dirt roads, nailing boulders, running to dribble the ball back to the road.When she reached her house, she went first to see her horse, Magic, who was of mustang stock and had been gentled by Felix and was now twelve years old. "I'm having a birthday party,-- she told the horse. She could already smell fry-bread from the kitchen;it would be her afternoon snack.
When she entered the kitchen of the big adobe house, a strange boy sat at the heavy wood table. His hair was so long that at first Eve wasn't sure he was a boy. He wore the kind of cheap jeans that never fade and a black T-shirt with an elaborate painting of the Virgin of Guadalupe on the back. He was taller than Eve and older, though not as old as her sister, Cimarron, and Eve suspected he was both Spanish and Native American, which some people were.
Rosa, whose back was to the door, sang. "Voy a cantarles un corrido muy mentado/Lo que hapasa do allý en la hacienda--."
Eve loved to listen to Rosa sing. Rosa had taught her many songs, and Eve sang them sometimes when she was out riding Magic.
The boy stared at Eve. His eyes seemed almost black, and his face was fierce, like a hawk's.
Rosa looked around,broke off her song. "There you are. Go wash your face and hands, and you can eat and meet Tommy.Tommy Baca. He's going to live here."
A stranger would come to live with her family, Impossible. "No,he's not,"she said and leaned toward the counter to see her birthday cake, which she had only just noticed. It was covered with pink roses. HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVE crossed the white icing in pink froth. Undoubtedly, Eve's mother had told Rosa what to do. Eve would have preferred a cake the way Rosa made it without her mother's input. She had begged for a piniata, too, and Daisy had refused, asking her if she wanted to be like one of her wetback classmates. Eve hadn't known what that word meant, only that it was sufficiently offensive for Felix, who had overheard, to tell Eve's father, in rapid and arrogant Spanish,that his family had been in this valley since the seventeenth century.