CHAPTER 12

"Can I talk to you for a moment?"

Larry looked at Sophia as he finished placing the crystal glasses in the cabinet after she spoke to him.

He looked down the hallway, where his wife and daughters had gone.

"I thought you wouldn't ask. Of course, we can talk."

The teacher wrinkled her eyebrows at the first thing he said and smiled at the same time. She didn't know what he was talking about but didn't want to ask.

"Dinner was delicious," she said. "Fabiola cooks so good."

Larry smiled.

"I'm sure when she's finished putting the girls to bed, she'll come and check that everything is okay here in the kitchen. She's a neat freak."

"And boy, is it worth it; this house is spotless and beautiful."

Larry stopped what he was doing. He dried his hands on the dish towel and walked over to the counter to find Sophia already seated in one of the high chairs on the other side of the counter. He remained standing.

"I'm not offering you wine today, there's work tomorrow, but soon at..." He lo