On the Eve of the Epiphany, they drive to the western side of the island to spend a couple of days with their aunt, who has her grandchildren over.

Miriam sits on the steps to the house with the oldest. Eugenia is six.

“Do you get grass for the camels with your sisters and brothers?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m waiting for, them, but they made a mess, and Abuela won’t let them out until they clean up.”

“What do you put it in?”

“A shoebox,” Eugenia flips her hands open, “what else?”

Miriam goes inside and gets a plastic container from Carmen. She will leave the Three Wise Men grass for their camels too.