VII.
When she reached the cafe, Veronica was already waiting for her. She was sipping a fruit smoothie and thinking about something, staring at the setting sun. The bernit uniform fit her as well as her favorite secondskin clothes, and the two men talking by the next table looked at her with obvious pleasure. Veronica paid no attention to them.
“Sit down,” she said at the sight of her friend. “Tell me what happened at check-in. I already know that the woman, Nayeli, is your sister, but you probably didn’t get upset just because of that.”
Etta sat down and ordered vanilla cream for herself. Sweets always improved her mood. They spoiled her figure, though, so she usually avoided them.
“Yes, she is my sister,” she said grimly. “My sister, my brother-in-law, and their children. And my bad
