Contrast

Narch 27, 1984: Today it was my Tia´s turn to be on the stand. My Tia, with her black and white hair, held in place by a penita, her big haircomb. She wore a long sleeved lilac-colored shirt and a black wool skirt. The wrinkles on her face were more prominent than usual, and when the judge asked her about my mother in Californiam she spoke softly, looking at the floor.Poor Tia! Next to Matilde´s lawyer, she looked like an old family sevant.