Dahlia was far easier to solve than the difficult questions Daniel had gleaned from his high school entrance papers.Peter racked his brain; he was not going down without a fight.
He would have asked Dahlia for help, but their sitting arrangement had been monopolised by Daniel as soon as they entered his house. The guy was cunning. He kept Dahlia beside him. With Maria leading Peter himself to sit with her, and of course, the uninvited tag along, Anna sat on his other side.
Daniel’s mother had provided them with fruit earlier, leaving them to their studies with the promise of a meal after their lessons. That was something Peter could get used to.
"Do you need help with that?" Maria asked, leaning in close. He could smell her fragrance. He did not peg her as the type that wore perfume. W
