>>18325394As the first rays of sunlight of the day hit Corn Girl´s face, she slowly woke up. She could not recognize the place she was in...it was...some kind of luxury lounge. But as the cream of the crop tilted her head towards the window, she heard the voice of the woman who took care of her during the night:
>Hey hey, there chica. Slow it down. Yesterday the demonio de arroz got the better of you.>Take it slowly.>Tranquila.Raquel sat down on the sofa by the bed. And looked at Corn girl with a candid smile:
>You made me sleep on this very couch tonight instead of the bed you are on. But I bet you have many questions.>My name is Raquel Durango. And like you, I am a proud woman that makes an honest living off the products of the land.>I could not see a good young hard-working chica like yourself, being so unfairly treated. That is why I took you here. So, Chica Mazorca, how do you feel? 