Rosalind regarded the two strangers standing in her unused bedroom. The dapper middle-aged gentleman and distinguished older woman regarded her with matching blank expressions.
“Buenos tardes,” she said hesitantly. “I’m Doña Rosalinda Salazar. It’s good to meet you both today, though I’ll admit I was a bit surprised not to be included in setting the appointment.” She shot her husband a critical look.
He responded with a sheepish grin.
“Good afternoon, Señora,” the woman replied. “I am the local midwife, Carolina Velázquez. I shall attend the delivery of your child. It’s hard to tell by looking, but… are you about five months along?”
“I think so,” Rosalind replied. “I’m not exactly sure… when all this began, but that does add up.”
“Very good,” she replied. “This is perfect timing, then
