you really want me?” said Kate, incredulous.
“Yes! Yes!” cried Teresa.
“She needs a woman-friend,” said Ramón gently.
“Yes, I do!” she cried. “I have never had a true, true woman-friend: only when I was at school, and we were girls.”
Kate doubted very much her own capacity for being a true, true woman-friend to Teresa. She wondered what the two of them saw in her. As what did they see her?
“Yes, I should like to come for a few days,” she replied.
“Oh, yes!” cried Teresa. “When will you come?”
The day was agreed.
“And we will write the Song of Malintzi,” said Ramón.
“Don’t do that!” cried Kate quickly.
He looked at her, in his slow, wondering way. He could make her feel, at moments, as if she were a sort of child and as if he were a ghost.
Kate