“Now how will you help me when I have a problem?” asked Chelito, half crying.
“Well, you can ask Mom,” Carmen answered. “Trust her, like you trust me.”
“Come on silly! How am I going to tell these things to Mom? Moms can’t know our secrets, otherwise they’re sure to get angry,” said the little one very seriously.
I think she liked a boy at the time, also freckled like her, and she would pour her little heart out to Carmen when she got home.
“Mom, has Carmen arrived?” she asked as soon as she came home, and we all knew that they would lock themselves in her room for a long time, because she had to talk and ask her older sister for advice. If the boy had looked at her, or if he’d not looked at her.
“Carmen,” Tono had said half crying, “if I stop messing with you and leave you alone, wil
