She returned carrying a ceramic pot, which she set on a clear space on the table. The pot was painted with Mayan hieroglyphs and stylized images of humans wearing tall, ornate headdresses. Made from cheap red clay, it had been chipped and smudged to look like an antique but had in fact been mass-produced in Aztlan for export to "collectors" around the world. Rafael had picked it up at a garage sale a few years ago, back when he was in his "discovering my roots" phase. When that ended, he had used it as a storage jar, to hold odds and ends. As far as I knew, the jar was still filled with a miscellaneous collection of bolts and screws.