CHAPTER 12
The kitchen was buzzing, and since it didn’t stop instantly when she walked in, Rosalind knew they were not talking about her. Now that her father had arrived, she was absolutely f*******n to wash dishes, but she still spent time among the women there. If nothing else, it was a simple way to learn what was happening.
“Have you heard?” Maria ran up to her, greasy dishwater dripping from her hands, leaving little sprinkles on the tile.
“Heard what?”
“Oooh” she squealed with excitement, “you’ll never guess who’s back in town!”
“You’re right. Who?”
“Carmen Flores Medrano.”
This shouldn’t have been particularly interesting news, but for some reason, Rosalind felt cold all over. “And? Is she visiting her father? Is she with child again? What’s all the excitement about?”
“Her h
