For a Latin American woman, this is the worse place to be.
Marta’s husband was a respected professional. He had cultivated a career in one of Costa Rica’s government agencies and grown accustomed to the perks that go with it. He was affable, smooth, and just handsome enough to get through doorways and into hearts without appearing to push. His salary was enough to provide for some extra help in taking care of their mentally handicapped daughter, though not to relieve Marta of most of the extra burdens that little Anita brought to her life. (more…)