Alejandro understood that she wasn’t going to tell him any more, so he changed the subject.
—Does he know how to do anything besides survive?
Lupita looked up, almost offended.
—I was a literature teacher at a private high school.
That surprised him.
—Then I have a proposal. My daughter, Camila, is sixteen years old. She’s brilliant at almost everything, except Spanish and literature. She needs private lessons. If you accept, she can work with us.
—Sir… I have no documents, no references, nowhere to live.
—I have a guesthouse on my property in Polanco. You can stay there while you work. And we’ll sort out the paperwork.
Lupita stared at him as if she feared it was all a trap.
—Why do you insist?
—Because when I saw you yesterday I thought the world had been too cruel to you. And because I believe you can still get back up.
