Lion Head Mesa a prayer for rain

the queen was staring so hard at her that belen thought she might lose her breath. "ah — yes. well, not all of them. my oldest sister was very mean to me. i am sure rosita is glad that i am gone." she shrugged, trying to put more passionate gestures into her story. "i miss my mother the most. she always sang very softly. and she always knew what i wanted to eat before i knew it." all of a sudden belen was not lying. she was describing zaira, and trailed away in shock and pain. the girl scrambled to recover. "shall i tell you about rosita? or perhaps carmen?" belen mused aloud.