We stood in the kitchen as I heated beans and carne asada, some tortillas Consuela had made, my hands shaking.

[…] Mr. Ratcliffe’s heart yearned toward the charming girl quite with the sensations of a father, or even of an elder brother.

[…]it does not mean that the major powers have a right to chop the globe into spheres of influence as colonial empires did centuries ago.

My boss must really have it in for me; that was the third lecture this week!