It was the day of the wedding, and Rosalba's back kitchen was a hive of activity. Three of the village girls, under the watchful eye of Marcia Belén, were preparing vegetables at the kitchen table. Outside could be heard little shrieks as Angela and the bridesmaids washed their hair at Rosalba's spring. The water came straight from the mountain and was bitterly cold, even in the hottest weather. In the fireplace, Juanito, Limping Pepe's youngest, was turning a spit with several ...