Garcia was upset by the puppy and the newspaper spread across the kitchen floor, she had the good grace not to show it when she showed up for her first day of work. She knelt right down to pet the little dog as Janie, still in her pajamas, hung back in the doorway and watched. KayKay and Paul had gone back to Manhattan last night amid clinging and tears from their granddaughter. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Garcia. I didn’t know we were going to have Daisy when I hired you,” Eliza apologized. “Oh no, senora. I like dogs. This is a sweet little one.” She held her finger out and Daisy licked it with her tiny, warm pink tongue. “Thanks for being such a good sport,” Eliza said. “Let’s hope it doesn’t take too much time to get Daisy trained.” “I think Daisy will be very fast. What do you think, Janie preciosa?” Janie didn’t answer, hugging her stuffed monkey to her chest. Both adults tried to ignore the child’s silence. Eliza showed Mrs. Garcia where the car keys were kept on a hook over the small, built-in desk in the corner of the kitchen.
