"Manuel said it was a rifle bullet."
"Jesús Peza fixed me. Lucky for me he was at Palma Sola."
"Sit down, won't you?"
"How are you, Angelina? Why are you in bed?"
"The quakes. Have you seen what they did to us?"
"I've seen some of the damage ... I just came in."
She sat up higher, her dark hair flowing around her, her eyes extra brilliant, her willowy body showing through a gauzy pink gown. He sat beside her and tried to enjoy her beauty, the fragrance of her perfume and powder.
"What have you heard from Vicente?" he asked.
"He's all right. We've heard from the school." Her words came slowly.
"Who found out about him?"