The journey to San Aurelio passed through low hills and farming villages.
Doctor Paloma drove. Mother Caridad sat beside her, while Esperanza rested in the back seat with the folder of documents on her lap.
For the first hour, no one spoke much.
Morning mist lifted from the fields. Farmers guided carts along the roadside. Small houses appeared and vanished behind rows of poplars.
Esperanza opened the pouch Tomás had given her.
Five gray stones and one white one lay inside.
She held the white stone between her fingers.
“Tomás always chooses the unusual one,” she said.
Mother Caridad turned in her seat.
“He believes unusual means important.”
“Perhaps he is right.”
Doctor Paloma glanced at Esperanza through the rearview mirror.
“How are you feeling?”
“Well enough.”
“Nausea?”
“A little.”
“I brought biscuits.”
“You always bring biscuits.”
“You always forget to eat when you are anxious.”
Esperanza looked at the doctor.
