As if sensing the direction of her thoughts, Teresa said quietly, “My son writes often. Before we met, he told me of you and what a lovely young woman you are. It is a pleasure to know that he did not exaggerate.”

“Thank you.” Ginny took a sip of juice, suddenly uncomfortable. “I am delighted he speaks highly of me, as I do of him.”

“It has been a difficult year for him, with his wife’s death and the loss of his child. I am so relieved that he is out of danger now, and moving back to Cuba after he returns from his visit to Russia. I had so hoped he would return to Mexico, but alas, he has not agreed to do so. Perhaps I shall have to travel to him if I want to see him again.”

“I hope he is enjoying his time in Russia,” Ginny said politely. “I know he loves to travel to exciting places.”

“Yes, though he did express some concern about the political upheaval there.” Teresa laughed softly. “After the revolution in Cuba, and the one here in Mexico, I would think he would be immune to such conflicts, but he seems quite concerned. He even suggested I warn you to be cautious in the future, as there is a fanatical fringe that seem quite intent upon damaging the Tsar. Richard seems to think they might even attempt to harm you.”

“Me? I hardly think they would go that far. After all, I’m half a world away!”

“Yes, so I think, but Richard has always been one to worry unduly about those he—admires.”

Before the conversation grew too uncomfortable, Teresa adroitly changed the subject, much to Ginny’s relief.

“But how long do you and Esteban intend to stay here? I know Francisco has been looking forward to your visit for some time. Despite the fact that they may not always get along so well, he adores his grandson, as I am certain you realize.”

“Yes, I’ve also recognized that their relationship is rather—volatile. I fear that Franco is growing to be much like his father in that way….”

This was safer ground, and they talked for a while of the children, until finally Ginny heard Steve and Don Francisco approaching down the hallway, their boots clicking against the polished tile floors.

“Next week,” Don Francisco said after greeting Ginny, “is the fiesta! Already guests have begun to arrive.”

“What of my baggage?” Ginny asked. “Has it arrived?”

“Your baggage? I’m afraid that I know nothing of your baggage, but—”

“Apparently it’s been delayed,” Steve said then, “but Ginny is determined that she not shame you in front of your friends. I told her we must travel light.”