Staffe follows Pepa and Yousef inside; only Frog and Salva are in. Upon seeing Staffe, they both frown. Staffe orders tostadas, coffees and glasses of fresh orange. Frog snorts, ‘Tostadas, for a Moor?’ Salva points to a table on the far side of the comedor, says he will bring their breakfast across when it is ready. As Yousef and Pepa move off, Salva clamps a tight grip on Staffe’s forearm, hisses, ‘You shouldn’t come here. Not for a while. Wait for the dust to settle.’ ‘What?’ ‘You’ll lose us all a bundle,’ says Frog. ‘Shut up!’ says Salva. Turning back to Staffe, he says, ‘Every week, I have to come up with my pesetas for this place. I can’t have it empty.’ ‘What’s happened? Where is everyone?’ ‘Up at your friend Edu’s matanza,’ says Frog. ‘Looks like you and me are the only ones not invited.’ ‘Salva, tell me what’s happened.’ ‘The mayordomos were called up by the Junta and that ghost you dug up in your sister’s wood has got everyone running scared.
