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Ofelia Delbosque's children were heartbroken to realize that their fun guest had disappeared. The twins were especially downcast.
"Mami, you think La Migra got Darcy?" asked Maria.
"I don't know. Maybe so, mija," said Mrs. Delbosque. "The helicopters are also gone. Maybe they took Darcy."
Jerry's sniffling added to Clara's and Maria's. Their mother changed the subject.
"Look, mijos, mañana es un school day. You gotta get some sleep or you won't want to get up at all. Everyone take a bath and go to bed, ahorita pronto" right now.
It had been a little awkward having a guest in the crowded house over the weekend, but during the week, after Luisa went back to the university, there would have been plenty of room. Darcy had been such a good guest, not like the big shot tourists that came to the dude ranch. They were always tearing around on horses or four wheelers and treating her husband like a servant if they noticed him at all. Darcy had actually helped her fold laundry.
She wished her well, wherever La Migra took her.
