I didn’t think that Rafael could be distracted for one nanosecond from Teresa, but I’d forgotten about his obsession with sport. We passed a stall that was selling souvenirs of the ollamaliztli finals, and his eye was immediately caught by one of the items on display. He picked up a palmsized, animated jaguar doll bearing the Tenochtitlán Jaguars logo. It had a face as cute as any kitten and was covered with a fuzz of spotted fur that the vendor assured us grew out of synthetic skin, developed as a spin-off of the medical industry. I didn’t have to be a mind-probing mage to tell that Raf intended to buy it for Teresa. In light of what was to come, his choice of gift was a bit ironic. But I didn’t know that at the time.