"Yes?" she said. "Is he?"
"He sent his love."
She smiled, and glanced away.
He wanted to explain that Gabriel's leg was all right.
"How is Garcia?" she asked.
"Garcia?" he fumbled, trying hard to place him. "He's fine," he said. He must say something cheerful. Again he tried to place Garcia.
She sat down abruptly on a bench and said, "I'm never going back."
"No," he said, sitting down too.
"I like it here. Everyone's kind to me."
He was speechless—he felt his heart had turned to ice. When had she been so frail?