“This is La Salvadora’s little brother,” said Manuel.
La Fea came to the door and received Manuel with joyous effusiveness. She bowed to Ortiz.
“And La Salvadora?” asked Manuel.
“In the kitchen. She’s coming right away.”
It was a bright room, with a window through which entered the last rays of the setting sun.
“This ought to be a very cheery place,” said Manuel.
“The sun shines here from dawn to sunset,” answered La Fea. “We’d like to move, but we can’t find a place like this.”
The room was redolent of peacefulness and industriousness; there were two new sewing machines, a pine closet and some flower-pots upon the window ledge.
“And Jesús is still in hospital?”
“At the San Carlos Clinic,” answered La Fea.