Her Christmas Wish. Cindi Myers

John said. “When he was twenty, he made the mistake of telling Mama that he didn’t plan on getting married until he was thirty because he was having too much fun being single and didn’t want the burden of a family.”

      Eric tried to imagine anyone in his family making this kind of announcement to his parents; he couldn’t. He and his brothers and sisters might think such things, but why say them out loud and risk an argument? “What happened?” he asked.

      “Mama said that was fine. That no one should be burdened by a family,” Bart said.

      “Then she and Abuelita were like generals on the attack.” John took up the story again. “Soon Gilberto couldn’t turn around without being confronted by some eligible young woman. They attended every family dinner. They sat next to him at church. Mama persuaded Papa to hire a new secretary at the shop, the daughter of a friend. If Gilberto tried to get away, to play soccer with his friends or to have a drink at a tavern, Mama would show up with some young woman in tow.”

      “He was miserable,” Bart said. “He finally had to admit he’d have no peace until he got engaged.”

      “So Maria was one of the young women sent to him by Mama and Grandmother?” Eric asked.

      “No. I guess they hadn’t heard of her yet.” Bart laughed. “She was new in town and when Gilberto realized this, he decided she had to be the one. Then at least he could say he’d chosen her of his own free will.”

      “After that, the rest of us knew we didn’t stand a chance,” John said. “We made our own choices and it’s worked out for the best.”

      “It’s only because you’re the baby and her favorite that Mama and Grandmother have held off so long,” Bart said. “But if you don’t show some signs of settling down soon, they’re going to make their move.”

      “When the time comes, I’ll make my own choice, too,” Eric said. “But I have to finish medical school first. It’s going to take everything I have to get through that. I won’t have the time or energy for a relationship.”

      “So you’re still set on being a doctor,” John said.

      “Why would you think I’d changed my mind? It’s what I’ve wanted for years.”

      “I wanted to be an astronaut once, too,” Bart said. “But you don’t see me walking on the moon.”

      “Mama’s even more upset about the idea of you going away to medical school than she is about you still being single,” John said. “She wants you here at home, out of debt and settled down, raising more grandchildren.”

      John nodded. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she and Abuelita’s New Year’s resolutions don’t involve finding you a wife.”

      Eric opened his mouth to deny this. The whole idea was preposterous, especially in this day and age. No one could force a woman on him.

      Except his grandmother’s words when he’d introduced Alina to her still echoed in his head. Words he hadn’t dared translate for Alina: “She’s a very pretty girl, but when are you going to bring home someone you can be serious about?”

      IF YOU WANTED to really get to know a man, Alina decided, there were worse ways than spending time with his sisters. While Alina and Marissa stuffed themselves with brisket and beans, chorizo and chilliquillas, Eric’s sisters Sofia and Cari, along with his sisters-in-law Renee and Sabina, regaled them with stories of Eric’s exploits—from the time he ate a batch of cookies their mother had made and tried to blame it on the family cat, to harrowing accidents on his motorcycle, to the time he’d dressed in drag for a school play.

      Alina was still laughing at the mental image of Eric in a wig and falsies when he joined them, Marty trailing behind.

      “What have you two been up to?” Marissa asked, scooting over to make room for them. “We were beginning to feel abandoned.”

      “I knew it was a mistake to leave you alone too long.” Eric squeezed in between them. “My sisters have probably been telling all kinds of lies about me.”

      “Only the truth,” Sofia said, grinning. “They both know they’d be wise to stay far away from you.”

      “That isn’t fair,” Eric said. “There’s no one here to tell stories on Marty.”

      “There’s nothing to tell,” Marty said. “Compared to Eric, I’ve led a very unexciting life.”

      “Alina has had more adventures than any of us,” Marissa said. “I’ve never even been out of Colorado, and she came all the way from Croatia to live here.”

      “What made you decide to come to the United States?” Cari asked.

      “It was a great opportunity to see new places, meet new people and learn some new skills.” As much as she loved her country and her family and all their traditions, she’d begun to feel smothered by them. She’d wanted the chance to live truly independently—to make decisions based not on what had always been done but on what she wanted.

      “And you’re here for a whole year?” Sofia asked.

      “Until mid-January, yes.”

      Marissa shook her head. “I’d miss my family and friends too much to leave for that long,” she said. “I mean, my three sisters drove me crazy when we were growing up, but the toughest thing about going off to college was getting used to not having them around anymore.”

      “I was very homesick at first,” Alina admitted. “And I do miss my family. But I think being away from them has made me appreciate them more.”

      “Maybe I should get away from my family for a while,” Eric said. “So I could try that appreciation thing.”

      Sofia stuck her tongue out at him. “You’d be lost without us, little brother.”

      Alina turned to Marty. “What about your family?” she asked. “Where do they live?”

      “They’re in Denver,” he said. “I have an older sister, who’s married and lives in Connecticut.” He shrugged. “Not much else to tell.”

      But surely there was, Alina thought. What were their names? What did they do for a living? Did he miss them? Did he want to move back to Denver to be near his parents when he’d finished his studies? But she didn’t want to fire all these questions at him at once, afraid to appear she was interrogating him.

      “I’m glad you decided to come to the United States,” Eric said. “If you hadn’t, we wouldn’t have gotten the chance to get to know you.” The words were innocent enough, but the unspoken message behind them was that he wanted to know her much better.

      Unnerved by how much that idea pleased her, she excused herself and carried her empty plate and utensils to the trash barrels set up by the back gate. Marissa followed her. “Don’t leave me,” Marissa whispered. “I have to hide from Eric’s mom.”

      “His mom? Why?”

      Marissa glanced around, then, apparently deciding they were out of earshot of anyone else, said, “She wants to fix me up with her son.”

      “With one of Eric’s brothers?” Hadn’t he told her all his siblings were married?

      “No, with Eric!”

      “Eric?” She had a hard time getting the word out, so stunned was she by this idea.

      “Yes. Can you believe it?”

      Alina swallowed, and forced a lightness she didn’t feel into her voice. “I thought you liked him. You said he was cute.”

      “Yes, but I’d never poach on a friend’s guy.” Marissa shook her head. “That’s just wrong.”

      The news flooded Alina with relief, though she fought against it. “I do like Eric,” she said. “But we only just met. He’s