“Don’t joke about this, Catalina.”

I avoided her eyes. “I’m not. It was truly her.”

She looked around the room. “Where is she?”

“She disappeared as soon as you knocked.”

“You know that lying about this is a mortal sin.”

I swallowed hard, unable to produce another word.

“But the Virgin is well known to show herself to the most innocent,” my mother said in a whisper. “If what you’re telling me is true, Catalina, then this is a miracle.”

I nodded. I would confess the truth later, but I was so afraid that she would see Elisa or the doll that I would’ve said anything to make her leave the room.

As if waking, my mother made the sign of the cross. “¡Cristo Bendito! The Holy Mother here?” She groped me by the shoulders. “Are you sure? What did she say?”

I shrugged.

“She must have said something. She always presents herself with a message.”

“She said to love one another,” I guessed.

My mother fell to her knees, weeping. After a moment—as long as a full day and night—my mother stood up, almost violently.

“I must tell your father. I must tell Padre Elodio. The Church must learn about this! Everybody must.”

“No!” I grabbed her by the sleeve. “I mean, I don’t know if the Virgin would like that.”

“Dear child, why else would she have made an appearance if it wasn’t to transmit a message to all the children of God?”

She caressed my chin. “You wait here, in case she appears again.”

She dashed out of the room, leaving me all alone with Elisa.

The girl shoved the curtain aside, a wide smile on her face. “The Virgin?”

“I couldn’t think of anything else.” I glanced at the open door. “You’d better leave before they come back. What was your condition for me to keep the doll?”

Elisa climbed onto the window ledge.

“Make sure you show it to your father.”

After she jumped down, the curtain flowed with the wind after her.

CHAPTER 21 - Puri

CHAPTER 21

Puri

April 1920

There had to be a more dignified way to find my potential assassin than this. From under Angélica’s bed, I could see two pairs of men’s legs approaching. I hoped the flower quilt on the bed would cover me completely. The men were laughing about something said downstairs, but I couldn’t understand what. They were speaking in French way too fast. One of them was Laurent.

Come on, Laurent, grab whatever it is that you came for and get out already. But the men were in no hurry. They kept talking and laughing. Ramona screeched and her wings flapped.

“Tais-toi!” Laurent said, slamming the cage door. And Ramona inside of it. He’d never been so rough with her in front of Angélica.