“Actually, yes.” Her delicate fingers traced the outline of my book, my favorite one, though Angélica had no idea. She didn’t know a thing about me even though we’d spent every day of our lives under the same roof.

“Well, how do you feel about our father’s will?”

I shrugged. I’d never had any expectations of inheriting. I supposed that was why I hadn’t been too surprised with my father’s last wishes.

“I know you’re not an ambitious woman and you’re more content with . . . spiritual matters. But don’t you see that a big injustice has been committed on our behalf?”

“The world is not just. Look at what happened to our Lord, Jesus Christ.”

“I agree.” She stretched her arm in my direction with feline grace and rested her hand on mine. “But I worry about you, Catalina. What’s going to happen to you when I’m gone? You know that as the oldest, I’ll probably die before you. What are you going to do without the protection of a husband? We both know that our brother can’t be of service to you. Who knows how much longer he’ll stay in this parish. At any moment, they could send him away.”

I didn’t want to hear anything about husbands. The subject was one that hurt and embarrassed me—I was the only woman my age who hadn’t married in all of París Chiquito.

“But things don’t have to be that way,” she said.

My patience was growing thin, but I couldn’t bring myself to be rude to Angélica. It was a remnant of my childhood to always strive for her approval. To have my beloved, older sister in my room, paying me attention, had been my biggest desire as a child. She’d always been so sophisticated, so confident, the most popular girl in Vinces. At seventeen, there had not been a day when she didn’t receive an admirer or at the very least, a gift. It had been maddening.

“And I think I have the solution,” she said.

“What are you talking about?”

“Hermana, can’t you see? With Purificación’s part of the inheritance, we could have a meaningful dowry for you. You could finally get married!”

“At my age?”

Who would want to marry a twenty-three-year-old spinster?

Angélica let out a laugh, which reminded me of so many of those childhood years when she would beat me at cards.

“Catalina, dear, you’re at your prime! You’ve never been more beautiful. The only reason men don’t approach you is that they don’t want to be damned for eternity. It can be intimidating for a man to be with a woman like you, the woman our Holy Mother has chosen as her messenger.”

Heavens, I was so tired of hearing how saintly and pure I was!