asked. “Have it if you would. I am going away.”
Teresa glanced up at her quickly.
“The green is for the wife of Huitzilopochtli,” she said, as if numbed.
“I can’t see that it matters,” said Kate.
Teresa looked at her with quick, dark eyes.
“Different men must have different wives,” she said. “Cipriano would never want a wife like me.”
“And different women must have different husbands,” said Kate. “Ramón would always be too abstract and overbearing for me.”
Teresa flushed slowly, looking down at the ground.
“Ramón needs far too much submission from a woman, to please me,” Kate added. “He takes too much upon himself.”
Teresa looked up quickly, and raised her head proudly, showing her brownish throat like a rearing, crested snake.
“How do you know that Ramón needs