Lydia stroked Florencia’s hair while she slept. “It’s a miracle thatshe came to me alone.” She was overwhelmed as she envisioned the girlwalking on the main road from Balatunang to Santa Cruz.
Florenciawould have traveled nearly fifty miles along that route. The girl’s quite young,
it’s only by God’s hand that she ended up hereinstead of somewhere far to the north or to the east.
She kissed one small hand and studied each delicate finger. Whenthe sun completely set, Lydia slipped from the room. She strode to theopen front door and whistled once.The dog immediately charged up the steps to her side.“Come with me, Mr. English.”He padded with tail wagging down the hall behind his master.When Lydia stopped at Florencia’s room, she snapped her fingersand pointed.Mr. English obeyed by lying on the mahogany floor in the opendoorway.“It’s your job to watch over Florencia,” she instructed.