There was silence for a few seconds on the porch as Myra and Mrs Steels regarded each other.
Then Myra nodded and smiled tightly. “We only just met, but we got really close in that short time.”
She started fishing for her handkerchief, and Greg quickly stretched his out towards her.
“Who is that?” They heard a male voice from inside the house, and Myra saw Mrs Steels’ whole posture change immediately.
Her subtle hostility and firmness was gone. She was now like a soft, tender, lily.
“Valentina’s friends from school, sweetheart.” The woman finally opened the door for them to come in.
Myra and Greg shared a quick glance, and then walked in.
“Hello.” Myra said, looking at the man she believed was Mr Steels.
Greg stretched the bouquet of flowers and basket of fruits to Mrs Steels, w
