Chapter 3Giacomo and Priscilla are escorted out of the Mexico City airport by a driver to a 1970s black Lincoln.
Staring out of the window in the car, Giacomo is taken by the bright sun, the children on the street, the vendors they pass. The next half hour is silent, but neither Giacomo nor Priscilla feel the need to fill the air with talk. The car pulls up to the grassy lawn of a large estate and down a long driveway. A porter emerges from seemingly out of nowhere, opens their doors, and takes their bags into the big house. Giacomo takes in the scene in awe as if he’s surprised to be there. Giacomo and Priscilla are greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Valdez.
“Ciao!”
“Bienvenidos!”
“¡Hola!”
“Welcome to our home.”
“Oh, speaking English now?”
“Ramona doesn’t speak Italian.”
Felipe gestures to a
