"Let's be realistic: who broke away first, you or Angelina?"
"I can't say."
"Really?"'
"Really, I don't know ... and what could it matter?"
Drops from the watering can fell on her fresh white cotton dress.
"This is no way to begin the day," she said. "Let's make it a happy day. I think we should have breakfast."
They ate at a square table in her dining room, facing the ocean through many French windows. On three sides, in round bamboo barrels and special boxes, tropical plants grew lavishly, most of them dark green, many of them climbing as high as the ceiling. It was like being inside a miniature park. Barefooted girls served. A girl brought in a blue glass pitcher filled with red roses and placed the bouquet in the center of the table.
"I feel better," said Raul.
"One should never talk marriage in a greenhouse."
Raul grinned.