“You have some history, you two?” Theresa said as she lifted the spaghetti with two forks to cover it with sauce. “You seem very familiar with each other. Won’t it be a problem that he’s here? We’ve got so many people at the sanctuary right now.”
“I’ve known him since he was a boy,” Myla said. “He’s all right. His mother is a good woman.”
“You knew him before you moved here?”
“No, why?”
“You’ve been here for about ten years? That man is in his mid-thirties. He’s not a boy! If he finds out all these people are living here—illegally, might I add—he might not be too happy about it.”
Myla shrugged. “Don’t worry so much. It will all work out.”
“So you say,” Theresa said. “Maria and Lily were too much. I knew that.”
“No, Cathy and Stefan were too much,” Myla said. “But where would they be
