I will tell you what happened at Señora del Campo’s house on Sunday. Of course, Mama was pleased to accept the invitation after she stopped by Sunday morning. I knew she would be!
That evening, just as the sun was going down, we all dressed up to go to dinner. I was going to wear my beautiful yellow dress, but Mama said:
“Are you dancing this evening, Consuelo?”
“Then why are you wearing your folklorico dress?”
“Because I want to look pretty, and this is the nicest thing I have!”
“You do look pretty, but I think you should change. Wear your turquoise skirt and the little green top with the flowered collar. That will be very nice.”
So I had to change. But I put a pink ribbon in my hair, with a silk flower.
We all walked to the señora’s house and stopped at the gates. Papa rang the doorbell. I could see torches burning in the courtyard, lighting the fountain and the little tables. It was beautiful.
Tomas opened the gates and let us in, bowing a little as he did. I felt so important! He showed us to the sala de estar, the big room with all the chairs and couches. Señora del Campo stood leaning on her cane, waiting for us. She had on a long white silk top and a rope of beautiful red beads with little pearls between them; on her hand was a ring with three big pearls.
Tomas served beers to Papa and Carlos, and small Spanish sherries to Mama, Gabriella, and the señora. Lucero and Sandro—yes, he came as well—and I had colas with limes in them.
Everyone admired the house, turning around and looking up and down at all the beautiful things.
“You could skateboard in here, it’s so big!” cried Sandro. I made a noise of disgust.
“Only a boy would think such a thing!” I snorted.
“Consuelo, why don’t you give your family a tour of the house? You know the way. Then come back down to the dining room and we’ll have our meal.”
I was glad to be the guide, showing them through all the rooms upstairs, listening to their “oohs” and “aahs” as they walked into each beautiful space. Then we went down to the big dining room, now lit by silver candelabras and the glittering chandeliers. There were bowls of bright flowers decorating the dark wooden table, and crystal goblets, and heavy silverware.
“Ay mio,” Lucero sighed. “It’s like a fairy tale.”
Then we sat down.