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420 pages, Paperback
First published June 1, 2010
He was thin, almost cadaverous, and moved with a sensuous hip-rolling gait, like she imagined a snake might move if it had legs. When he spoke, he gestured in the exaggerated way of an actor on the stage, and his voice was a lisping hiss that made her wonder if the flames that had marred his face had damaged his vocal chords as well. There was a wrongness about him that went deeper than the scar.
From this distance Hank couldn't tell who he was, but there was something about the way he moved. A lot of hand flapping. A weak sister. Molly didn't seem to like him either and tried to back away.
Stepping over her, he bent and peered through the gaps at Hank's retreating figure. He made that smacking sound with his twisted lips. "My, my. Isn't he delicious. Shall we call him back?"
Molly rolled on her side and gagged.
"Oh, pooh. You're no fun."
"She's under my protection now," he said to Charlie. "I saw the man you call 'monster' talking to her. I thought there was something strange about him, but I didn't go check. If I had, she wouldn't have been hurt."
"Consuelo, bless her, had already arranged for another Garcia - Pilar, this one was named, and cousin to Lupe and Maria - to be available as a wet nurse. She also introduced Molly to Grandmother Oona, an ex-slave who had a gift with infants and who would be delighted to stay with the babies as long as she was needed."