"Oh, let me see, let me see!"

"Just a minute, let me clean him up a bit first."

Angela was craning forward, trying to see past Marcia-Belén to the struggling, screaming bundle in Rosalba's arms.

"Holy Mary, Mother of God!"

"What? What? What's wrong?"

"There's nothing the matter with him. He's just pissed all over me, that's all."

"Sorry, Rosalba," Angela said, and then became lost in wonderment, gazing at the baby, as Rosalba finished wiping ...