He shook his head. “They were licking their fingers by the end of the meal.” He patted his flat belly. “I tried them, too.”

“And?”

“Not bad. Similar to rabbit.” He grabbed the pitcher of water and served me, as if he hadn’t just uttered the most disgusting thing. “What about you? Did you ever play a prank on anybody?”

“Nothing that wicked,” I said, taking a sip. “I once put salt inside the sugar bowl for my assistant’s tea. But only because she annoyed me.”

“How so?”

My ears warmed up. “Uh, nothing important.”

“Then, why are you blushing?”

“¡Por amor de Dios! Do you have to know everything?”

“Yes.” He leaned on the table. “I want to know everything about you.”

I sat back and glanced at the door leading to the kitchen.

“She criticized my singing.”

“Oh, your singing.”

“Save it!”

“All right, all right.” He covered a chuckle with his hand. As if I couldn’t hear him. “So, acting like a man. What are your thoughts? Is it what you imagined?”

“Well, aside from the obvious advantages of having more freedom and wearing more comfortable clothes, it’s given me a better understanding of my husband, of how his mind worked.”

“In what way?”

“By being forced to act like him, I’ve had to suppress a side of my personality that had been prevalent all my life.”

“Which is?”

“The need to persuade others to do what I want.”

“You think this is a feminine trait?”

“Not necessarily. But certainly, Cristóbal wasn’t that way. He let others act as they saw fit; he was reserved, discreet, and always in control of his emotions. I, on the other hand, couldn’t be quiet for more than a minute and constantly had the need to fix everyone’s lives.”

“Like Mayra’s?”

“Like Mayra’s.”

“Interesting. Angélica has those same traits.”

* * *

I was still thinking about Martin’s words when I returned to the hacienda.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” he’d said right before I left, “but you’re a lot more pleasant as a woman. Cristóbal is a little too straitlaced for my taste.”

I could see why he thought that. It had been such a relief to have a conversation without having to watch everything I said or did every second.

As soon as I walked into the foyer, Ramona flew toward me and landed on my shoulder. She seemed to have taken a liking to me. Interestingly, she never approached Laurent. She repeated something I couldn’t understand, something that sounded like the word “lobo.” From the parlor, Angélica greeted me and invited me to have a drink with her.