“Really? Can we go to Monterey? You and I? Tío Salvador asked me if I wanted to visit Monterey and I do, I do!” Clara danced around the sala.
“We can ask. He invited both of us.” Alicia kept a wary eye on her mama. “He has been very good to us.”
“Can you imagine going all that way?”
“Look at this document. I’ve been studying it this morning.” She lifted the newly framed declaration and pointed to a line near the bottom. “It says ‘help from the local Presidio, protection and defense by the national forces.’ I think we deserve some of that help.”
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