While Jo & Delia sat on the floor in his office, the girl’s mother finished setting the table in the kitchen. Having washed her hands and leaning half a step into the office. “And on that lovely note, y’all, welcome to the table!”, she shouted. Two voices mixed in response to her invitation: “Thank you, missis Ivette!”, Jo replied. “Thank you, mommy!”, Delia did not remain in debt. Of all three who were now within the walls of this house, it was its owner who wanted to eat the most. Therefore, he did not hesitate and, getting to his feet, went to the kitchen, where the table was already set, the richness of which struck the imagination of mister Thurlow, who, due to some stinginess, usually ate scrambled eggs and store-bought sandwiches. But what is good for a grown man, for a child…

