Chapter Seven
Antonia paced the floor, waiting for the call to be returned. Why was it taking so long? And what was going on at home? She talked to the cook—cook never answered the phone! And then, Gina, a housemaid. Both women spoke in flustered sentences, hardly able to communicate, and refused to let her talk to her father. Where was her mother? Where was Lupe, her mother’s maid?”
“Was her father home?” she’d asked.
“Yes, he’s home.” She thought Gina was crying.
“Please give him the phone.”
“No, senora, Senor del Gallo cannot come to the phone.”
“Well, then my Mama. Please.”
“I’ll tell her you called. She’ll call back.”
After an hour of desperate waiting, the phone finally rang. There’d better be some answers as to why she was treated so badly!
“Antonia, this Mama.” Honoria’s
