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Peter
We’re in the middle of strategizing how to best approach the situation when Sara walks into the living room.
“There you are,” I say, smiling. “How was your nap?”
Her eyes briefly meet mine, then dart away. “It was fine. Hello, everyone.” She waves at the men without a smile.
“Let’s reconvene tonight,” Esguerra says, getting up from the couch. “Eight o’clock, my office.”
I glance at Sara, who’s slipped past us to the kitchen and is pouring herself a glass of water. I don’t want to leave her alone—that’s why I called everyone over here.
Discerning my dilemma, Esguerra says, “Sara, Nora was wondering if you’d be able to help her out with Lizzie tonight. Rosa has the evening off.”
Sara looks over, her face expressionless. “Sure, I’d be happy to.”
Esguerra nods, satisfied, and
