Pressing her lips together, Ana María paused a moment. “Very well, let us hope you have no reason to interact with him in the future.” Isabel made the sign of the cross, her countenance devoutly pious. “So let it be done.” “I thought it was His will be done.” “Yes, well, the book of Mark says we should also ask for what we want, so I am making it clear what exactly it is that I desire.”
