going to be somewhere else.”
Martin exhaló.
“Está bien”.
There was no argument this time.
That mattered.
After I hung up, Cassandra entered carrying two mugs.
“I made coffee.”
“I thought you were helping with dinner.”
“I was dismissed for chopping onions incorrectly.”
“That sounds serious.”
“Marisol has standards.”
She handed me a mug.
We sat at the dining table.
For several seconds neither of us spoke.
Then I said, “Daniel told me about the phone call.”
Her eyes lowered.
“I asked him not to.”
“Why?”
“Because I knew what
