The maid returned with more rolls then—a good thing, since Rafael had already scarfed the last of them down. Gus smiled at her, and I saw them exchange a meaningful look. I couldn’t read the subtext, however. The maid cleared away the empty plates and left the courtyard as quietly as she had come. She moved with a silent grace—a bit unnerving, when she appeared suddenly like that, but I supposed that being unobtrusive was the hallmark of a good servant.