When Raul went upstairs he found Angelina in bed, a tray of untouched food on the side table; two maids were with her; one of them was offering her a cup of tea.
"How's everything?" she asked quietly.
"We have men in the turrets and there are men at the gate," he said, making an effort to be calm.
"Will they come back?"
"It's not at all likely."
"Tomorrow anything can happen," she murmured, refusing the tea. "I'm worried about Vicente. What's happening in Colima?" Her nervousness increased the huskiness of her voice. "All this mob, all these killings."
"Vicente's probably all right. The revolutionists won't harm Colima."
"Then what? Is it truly revolution, Raul?"
He sat by the window, bent forward, trying to puzzle it out. He did not answer her because he did not know the answer.
The servants left the room.