"Am I supposed to be an orphan? I guess so, since my mother passed away," Alvera shrugged.
She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are you sure you want to continue to talk to me in this position?"
Roland stared at her intently as she changed the subject.
"Where did your brother come from?" He asked.
"He's my half-brother from my father's side. We didn't live together, but his mother was nice to me, so we have a good relationship," she told him. "Do you like this answer, Mr. Francois?"
Roland replied disdainfully, "Your family's dynamic is too messy."
"Indeed, but it's not our fault that our father is a scumbag," Alvera agreed. "Can you get off of me now, Mr. Francois? I haven't eaten yet, so I don't have the strength to carry you."
Roland stood up and checked his watch. "You haven't e
