“Look what you did,” Doña Victoria said, her voice rising to a sharp, clear ring that silenced the other two women completely.

“I didn’t touch the cup,” I said quietly.

“You set it too close to my elbow because you weren’t paying attention,” Doña Victoria said, smoothing her silk neck scarf with little flicks of her fingers.

“Get down on your knees and clean the stone before it stains the light grout.”

The woman in yellow shifted in her chair and stared at her manicured nails.

I stood still for two full seconds while Doña Victoria stared up at me with her chin raised.