In a sleepy Yucatan town where her family sits atop the social pyramid in the 1920s, Casiopea Tun discovers how they came to occupy that condition. It’s an act of rebellion against her tyrannical grandfather, who took her and her mother back into the family home when her father died, but never ceased to remind them how much they owed him, and how favored other family members were. Casiopea’s cousin Martín is her particular nemesis. He’s a big fish in a teeny-weeny pond, sure of himself as only the spoiled scion of a rich clan can be, and insecure as only a young man who has never really achieved anything on his own can be. To make matters worse, he knows that grandfather Tun really thinks Casiopea is the one with gumption, but she’s a girl and can’t count in his version of the world. “Too bad you’re not a boy” has cut both members of the younger generation to the quick.
The skeletons in the family closet turn out to be just one skeleton, and it’s in a locked chest instead of a closet. It also turns out to be the skeleton of a Mayan death god. Mean grandfather Tun helped the now-skeletal god’s slightly younger twin chop of his head and usurp his role as ruler of the underworld. But gods are tricky to kill, and Hun-Kamé was only partly dead and mostly locked inside a chest. When Casiopea springs the lock, the bones spring back together, except for one small shard that springs into her hand.









