"Domingo!" Young Salva greeted him with a bear hug and a kiss on each cheek. "Where have you been? We never see you these days. Too busy, I expect," he gave a wink to his father, who was sitting by the oven, "with your angel."

His father looked up and smiled. "Rosalba's lass," he said. "She's a good girl, that. She bought me these shoes. Have you seen them? The finest soft leather and so comfortable, you wouldn't believe." He lifted his foot to show Domingo.

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