“Uhm, ¿Por favor… como se dice?… Do you? No, no… ¿Sabes, que pasó los papeles, que estaban uhm, sobre la mesa aquí?
“Very good Señora. Tu español es cada vez muy buena.”
“Thank you Soledad, but I’m looking for those papers. Do you know where they are?”
“So, where are they please?”
“Bueno, para ser honesta me tiré a la basura.”
“I threw them away Señora. Old newspapers, envelopes and scraps was all that was in that pile, did you need them?”
“No, I guess not Soledad. I thought my Lotto ticket may have been there and I was going to check my numbers. It’s not important I probably tossed it already. I never win anyway.”
“Buenos días Soledad. Cómo estás?”
“Bien, gracias, Señora. But my mother is not well. I have to go back home and help look after her.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. When will you be going?”
“Monday morning Señora. We are worried that she may not last much longer.”
“Monday? Oh no! This is a problem. When will you be back? Who will clean my house?”
“I don’t know Señora. I have to go home to my mother. There are plenty of girls looking for work. I am sure you will not have a problem.”
Soledad threw the last box into the back of the new red truck that she bought last night with some of her cash. It was the first she had dared to spend. She had had to give her cousin half of her winnings, he was a US Citizen, but she still had almost 25 million dollars in the Caymans. That would go a long way and do a lot of good in Oaxaca. She would give some to the church, she would give some to the orphans and she would build a school. Maybe they would name it after her: The Maria Soledad Esperanza Marquez School. It would be a fine school indeed.