Whatever happened years ago, it is not fair to drag Renata into it.”

“You remember her.”

“Of course I remember the name.”

“You corrected Renata whenever she called her the lady in the picture, didn’t you?”

Carmen’s eyes moved to the envelope again.

She had not asked what the letter said, but she had known exactly which name I meant.

“Children attach themselves to stories,” she said.

“You should not encourage it.”