At the Mendozas dinner-table, her father sits picking his teeth with his knife.

"I want to learn the piano, papa."

He continues to pick his teeth with his knife. She didnt want to learn the piano at the damn convent; why does she want to learn it now? To be a lady, Papa; isnt she going to have a grand wedding, marry a fine man? "Papa, I want to learn the piano."

Teresa is spoiled, indulged in everything. But her father likes to tease her; hell drag out her pleading as long as he can. He doesnt often have his daughter pleading with him. He cuts himself a chunk more meat, munches.

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