CHAPTER 19
“Where is he?” Vidal threw himself onto a leather armchair in his library. “I thought he would be here by now.”
“Patience, Señor,” Señora Velasquez urged, smoothing a sleek strand of auburn hair back into her bun. “He should arrive any moment. Surely you must realize how challenging it is to predict the exact amount of time a surgery will take. He promised to arrive as soon as possible. I do think you might be worrying yourself unnecessarily, though.”
“I hope you’re right,” Vidal replied, raking his hands through his hair and self-consciously smoothing it back down again. “Are you sure he’s the best?”
“¡Oh, sí!” the midwife exclaimed. “Do try to relax, Don Vidal. If it should be that your wife has a…complication, you can have faith in Doctor Anzaldúa. He has intervened sever
