Chaty

"Your father is waiting, Chicao."

While kneeling, Moreau did not forget to add a light stroke on the top of Chicao's head. The dog's tongue stuck out. Had she been able to reveal a more specific expression, she might have been able to tell that the well-groomed animal was showing excitement.

Every now and then, Moreau took the determined action of glancing at a spot over there. It seemed sudden when her stepfather unexpectedly spoke with someone on the other side of the phone. No idea when. It was good that Abihirt would not pay attention to them. Now there would be some leeway until the man's business was done.

Moreau was soon walking fast, half running, letting Chicao catch up with her and they stopped at the edge of the lake. There were no ripples in the water. It was a completely still surface, refracting the remaining shadows of the skyline along with the leaves of the large trees.

"We'll stay here, Chicao."

Patting the surfac