The celebration of Francisca"s Quinceañera was beginning to slow in the wee hours of the morning. Many had retired for the evening, and the musicians had quit hours ago. Crow and Francisca had danced several dances together and now sat talking. She sat on her throne while Crow sat in a chair next to her. Behind them sat Carlotta, Francisca"s Godmother, and now, her chaperon.
Carlotta got up from her seat and said, “Francisca, it is past time for you to retire. Señor Crow, this was her special day, and I have been lenient, this will not happen again.”
Crow stood and faced Carlotta, “I thank you for this evening. I understand and will not take advantage of the privilege of calling on Francisca.”
Francisca turned to Carlotta, “May he walk me to the entry?”
Carlotta, with a feigned sigh of
