7
The Chakana
‘Wuynus dias. Sumaq p’unchay riki?’ Good morning. Great day isn’t it? Teya greeted Isandro in Quechua the next morning.
Isandro’s spoon clattered on the floor.
‘But Teya. You are speaking the language.’
‘I know.’ Teya shrugged and turned away, hiding her smile by busying herself with the coffee percolator. Isasndro retrieved his spoon, shaking his head in bewilderment.
‘Isandro, can we meet for lunch today?’
‘Why, of course. I am meeting a client this morning, but afterwards most certainly.’
‘Actually, there’s someone I want you to meet.’
Isandro looked immediately suspicious. ‘You have made a friend?’
‘Yes. Remember the necklace? Well it’s the boy who made it. I, well I kind of ran into him again.’ Isandro was starting to look ruffled. ‘He’s very nice. He’s from Pe
