In the bathroom of the corner house, there was a German woman with curly black hair and brown eyes, wearing a blue dress with a yellow skirt, a white collar and petticoat, and tan pumps with yellow bows. Her name was Snow White. And she was busy fixing her hair in front of the mirror for a ball. "Tulio dear, do hurry," Snow White called out. "We mustn't be late for the party, you know." "Snow White, unless I find my cuff links, we don't go to the party," Tulio called back. "And if we don't go to the party, I can never show my face in Mexico again. And if I can never--" "Oh no, father."