and found herself face-to-face with a large poster featuring a painting of a woman who had a faint mustache and thick dark eyebrows that stretched straight over her eyes and touched in the middle. Paloma thought it was called a unibrow. “Whoa! Call the salon,” she exclaimed. Paloma didn’t know what was scarier: the man who kept staring at her or the woman in the poster. In it, a black cat lurked over the woman’s left shoulder like it was ready to pounce. Over the other shoulder, a monkey picked at a necklace of tangled sticks that hung around the woman’s neck. Dangling from the stick necklace was a black hummingbird. “Call animal control, too!” “What, honey?” her mom asked. She took her eyes off her phone just long enough to see what Paloma was talking about. “Oh, it’s a poster for Frida Kahlo’s home! We’re going to live nearby, I think.” “What do you mean?” Paloma glanced at the black cat and monkey in the painting. “At the circus?” “Don’t be silly,” she answered, shaking her head. “It’s an advertisement for the Frida Kahlo Museum in Coyoacán.” She pointed at the words at the bottom of the poster.
La Casa Azul, Coyoacán, México
“Professor Emma Marquez?” said a man’s voice from behind them. Paloma and her mom spun around. It was the
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