When Cam walked into the dining room, a maid came right up to her.
“Good morning, señora. The family is on the terrace,” she said. “What would you like for breakfast? I’ll bring it out to you.”
“Coffee will be fine,” Cam told her.
“Milk and sugar?”
“Whatever is normal here.”
“Certainly, señora. Are you sure that’s all you want? No eggs or pastries? No fruit?” When Cam shook her head, the maid bowed and then turned into the kitchen.
Cam went out onto the patio. Carlos, Rafael, and Hugo were sitting in the same places they were the day before. Two other women that she thought were both Carlos’ sisters were sitting off to the other side at a wrought iron table. They had plates of food and cups of coffee. They looked over and smiled at her.
“Good morning, Laura,” Carlos called out when
