They were hardly able to talk about the effect on them. On separating, they agreed not to say anything to anyone. For this reason their answers to their families' questions in their homes were evasive. They carried their secret undivulged to the silence of their beds.
But soon they became aware that they could not keep it hidden like this. The request of the parish priest had to be carried out: If we saw something again, we should tell him right away. They wanted to obey. But how? He lived in Cossío, six kilometers down a seldom traveled and treacherous road. Our parents would not let us go alone. There was no other solution except to reveal to their families what had happened; and so they did, on the morning of June 21st.
This information, strictly confidential, was passed right away to Fr. Valentín, although something must have filtered down to him as the day wore on and the expectation in the village increased. The first extraordinary phenomenon of the calleja had not had any witnesses; they had been there alone, as Conchita said, We five: the Angel, Loli, Mari Cruz, Jacinta, and myself. But on the evening of Wednesday, June 21st, 1961, for the first time there would be other observers.
In the evening, after having done what we had to do, (This is a very important observation. Heaven always teaches us to fulfill our duties since this is the way all order is maintained.) we asked permission from our parents to go to the same place where the Angel had appeared to us.
But while going to the calleja, seeing that the people did not believe, we told a woman named Clementina González that if she wanted to come with us . . .
But she didn't want to come alone since she had her doubts, and she went to call another woman named Concesa. Noticing us going together, other persons joined us also, and arriving at the calleja, we began to pray the rosary.
We finished it, and the Angel had not come.