I smile victoriously as I cross the threshold of my apartment. Now I can officially say I've completed my routine for the day. I let out a sigh, but it's one of satisfaction because I feel like a winner.
"Only because I'm your grandmother, I'll allow it..." she says to Oliva, who is sitting on the kitchen counter. I don't know what they're talking about, and I don't want to know. When she sees me approaching, she smiles. "How did it go, honey?"
"Very well, Mom," I say, opening the fridge to pour myself a glass of water. "I want to take a long shower."
"You smell like sweaty perfume, so yes, you need it," she laughs, and I bring the glass to my lips to drink. "Your father called a moment ago. He wants to talk to you."
I open my eyes wide, swallowing the water in one gulp, and she chuckl
