CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR

JOINT CLEANING

Lipe was worried about Lara. He hadn't talked to her anymore after she slept at his house. He called her several times throughout the day, but she didn't answer or return his calls.

He was at Dalia's house, measuring the walls for the furniture he would make for her, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop thinking that Lara might be out there drinking or going through something and needing help.

He knew her well enough to know that she wasn't the type to ask for help. She tended to push away people who offered to help her.

"Lipe, can you also measure some parts in the backyard where I want to have a gourmet kitchen?" Dalia interrupted his thoughts.

"Sure, Dalia, but don't you think it's better if we focus on the living room and bedrooms first?"

"That could work, but I'm anxious to have everything measured so we can start gradually making the furniture. Lipe, do you think it will take a long time for the furniture to be ready after the renovation I'm doing?"

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