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I supposed in the back of my mind, I’d been expecting the Castillo prima’s home to look something like Angela and Connor’s gracefully restored Victorian house in Jerome. However, as Gustavo pulled my Fiat into the driveway of Genoveva Castillo’s house, I realized I’d been woefully naïve in thinking that all primas did things the same way as Angela McAllister-Wilcox.
For one thing, the Santa Fe prima’s place was huge. From what I could tell, it took up half the block, an enormous compound surrounded by a high adobe wall and shaded by old, old trees. As I got out of the car, the breeze which caressed my face was almost cool, telling me that summer’s heat didn’t assault this part of the world the same way it did Kanab or a lot of the other places I’d lived in the Southwest.
“This way,” G
