Carmen had seen destitution due to poverty; this was something else: destitution surrounded by luxury.
Next to the cup were the parents.
Eduardo Valdés, forty-five years old, with the bearing of a man accustomed to commanding, impeccably dressed. And Valeria, his wife, beautiful in that costly way that requires time and treatments, but with eyes red from crying so that the makeup didn’t rub off.
—Are you the doctor at the public hospital? —Ed. Eduardo asked, with a disbelief that bordered on offensive.— I don’t understand what you can do that the best specialists haven’t already done.
Valeria gave her a “shut up” look and approached Carmen.
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