“Come, girls.” Pêro beckoned to Constanza and Isabela who trailed behind. Constanza stopped and looked in on the gold and silver filigree works displayed in a window. Isabela lingered in front of a pastry shop, its pane filled with golden egg-yolk custards and doughy delicacies of barriga de freiras, “belly of nuns”. As Pêro waited for them, he enjoyed the scent of burnt sugar and yeast.
barriga de freiras,Constanza touched lithe fingers to her ears. “I long for gold heart-shaped earrings.”
“But your ears aren’t pierced!” Isabela laughed. “Pai, may I have a treat?”
PaiConstanza pouted. “One day they will be.” She lifted her chin and feigned seeing something important ahead.
“Not now, Princess.” Pêro smiled at Isabela before shifting his attention to Constanza. “No daughter of mine will
