Sitting alone in a familiar taqueria, Caydance remembered Edelira's wedding as if the wedding was a song in which wearing white blouses and blue, red, pink, purple, or yellow or flowing skirts, the bride's whole family, including Caydance, walked her down the aisle. Edelira's dress had more ruffles, lace, and curves than Caydance had ever seen on one dress.

The music box song was nothing like the sound of three Cuban bands, but it echoed in her mind as she walked down Mission Street on her way to Art Com.

Since her own wedding only a few months ago, she had seen neither Edelira nor Art Com Director Carl Loeffler, both of whom she had for years depended on for advice and steady friendship.