"What is this?" asked Domingo, looking over her shoulder.

"It is a letter. A foreign gentleman brought it just now."

"Hey," said Domingo, impressed. "What does it say?"

"How should I know?" asked Rosalba, her voice tight with frustration.

Domingo was astounded. Rosalba could not read? He thought Rosalba knew everything. He turned his face away and fiddled with the coffee pot.

"I expect," he said over his shoulder, "that Angela will read it for us ...