“Where did this envelope come from, Mother?” Alejandro asked.

“This is hundred-pound cotton stock.

You don’t buy paper like this at an office supply counter.”

Doña Victoria sneered and waved a hand dismissively toward the avenue.

“She spent her last few pesos renting a desk at a quick-print shop,” Doña Victoria said.

“She thinks stamping an old family name on an envelope makes her look important.”

Alejandro pointed to the small raised lettering in the bottom corner.

“The return address lists the Varela Trust directly.”