“The kitchen is busy preparing lunch, but I can offer you coffee and pan (sweet bread) if you would like something until lunch.”

The Hispanic woman standing at the door spoke English fluently with a beautiful accent. She was medium height and very slender. She wore a white cotton dress with red flowers embroidered on the neck and a belt of. She was, in Lizette’s guess around twenty-four or twenty-five (she later found the latter to be the woman’s age). “Pan and coffee sound wonderful. I will change and be down shortly.”

“Yes, ma'am. I will prepare a table for you.” As the woman turned to walk away, Lizette inquired her name. “My name is Annamaria, but everyone just calls me Anna. My father is...

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