CHAPTER SIX
At luncheon the next day Marc is guided to the veranda overlooking a garden that could have been painted by an impressionist master. Seeing the rainbow of flower varieties, with sun shining through their petals giving off a translucent glow, Marc feels it is more heavenly than material. He greets Abuela and assists her with her chair at the table. Today she is the little grandmother, less formal and without her mantilla to reveal striking silver-streaked black hair. Her dress is sedate but colorful, a teal green, accented by the same silver cross and a turquoise and silver ring.
“I’m glad you could make time for me, Marc Jordan.”
“Anabel needed a personal day so I was fortunately free to visit with her Abuelita. She was quite happy about it.” He finds it easy to smile affe
