A disco?” said Tess. She raised one eyebrow at her cousin.
“Sure, why not?”
“We spent the last couple of days at a convent, and now you want to go to a disco? Do they even have discos anymore?”
“Are you making fun of me?”
“I haven’t been out to a disco forever; I wouldn’t know how to behave. Honestly, Paolo, I think you have too much time on your hands.” She smiled.
“I do! Which is why I can spend time babysitting you,” he laughed. “Okay, we won’t call it a disco. Let’s call it a ‘nightclub.’ Is that
better?”
The whole thing—running away to Manila like a petulant child, the surprise of meeting Jesusa, the unexpected sensuality of Angelica’s letters, and now heading to a disco with
Paolo—was suddenly hilarious. For the first time in a long time, Tess laughed out loud. She was double
