"Silvia could not see their eyes hidden behind sunglasses, dark and shiny like the polished black boots they wore. The one with a fat chin and no neck reminded her of a toad, while the taller one’s chest puffed out, like an arrogant rooster. The Toad and the Rooster watched as Silvia attended a customer picking up pan dulce while her daughter, Ximena, finished laying out the bread for that morning. Once the customer left, they corralled Silvia with questions about Xoaquin: “Where was he? Why wasn’t he attending school? Where did she send him?”"
