“That's what María-Águila called the tiny green space behind her house. Though it was only a block off the Great Boulevard, its cacophony did not reach the Garden. She considered that a minor miracle. Nothing could explain a silent garden just a few meters from the busiest street in the city. Where the three friends could meet.”
“Rachel swallowed. The news had gone to a commercial—a glossy-haired woman with sparkling teeth was holding up a package of squeezable yogurt, her apple-cheeked kids smiling at the kitchen table.”