“Remember, I used to read the letters coming to the comandante. I worked for his wife at the Presidio.” Alicia tried to imagine her Mama before she was a wife and mother. “Those altered gowns you wore last night were from my days in the society of officers and government officials. You could have been the daughters of…” She didn’t finish her sentence but took her cup outside.
“Why did she marry our papa?” Clara blurted out.
“Her letter is definitely better than mine.” Alicia was thinking the same thing about Papa. “But it is missing the most important part. Let’s add it here.”
“What? Let me see.” Clara leaned in to look at the letter. Alicia added:
Thank you for your invitation to Monterey.
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