Chapter 4We went to a coffeehouse off campus, and I secured a table and kept watch over our briefcases while Dr. Avila procured two coffees. He came to our table, offering me the coffee that was light with four sugars. I wondered how he knew my preference.
He placed his hat on the chair between us, and I admired the white felt fedora with its pinch-front teardrop-shaped crown and the multi-colored feather in its band. I had no desire to wear hats just yet, but Father had one similar, although in a dark brown and without the feather.
Dr. Avila raised his cup to his lips. His dark eyes gleamed as he sampled the brew, but then he grimaced. “Ah, my young friend, someday you must come to Rio as my guest, and you will experience real café.”
I hid my smile behind the rim of my cup and sipped m
