One for yes. “Gracias,” I tell her. The sister comes to the door. “You must leave her,” she says. “She must rest.” I turn to go, then turn back again. “Don Hernan’s will was read today. He left his mother’s wedding ring to you,” I tell the almost lifeless form. As I leave I watch a tear form in the corner of her one good eye and run slowly down her cheek. I pat her hand. “I promise to come back,” is all I can think to say. It is so little. CHUEN The embossed vellum envelope and its contents informed me that the pleasure of my company at dinner that evening was requested by Senor Diego Maria Gomez Arias, and Sheila Stratton Gomez. Obviously invitations to the Gomez residence were in such demand that no one minded being invited at the last minute. To be fair, I suppose, I should point out that had I left and entered the hotel by the front door like everyone else, I would have seen the invitation when it arrived the night before—delivered, I was informed, by limo and driver.
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