ALFRIC AND PLEASANCE agreed to cook dinner and were in the kitchen arguing about how much salt to add to the chicken. While they cleaned up glass from the drive by, Fabiana and Warwicke shared amused looks listening to the two of them. Their playful bantering was somehow soothing to Fabiana. It felt like family.
An hour later, the glass company had almost finished replacing the window when the doorbell rang. Fabiana dumped the last of the glass into the kitchen trash can and headed for the front door. Warwicke got there first. He stood at the unopened screen door and glared at the man on the other side.
The pudgy, balding man held a small notebook in one fleshy hand and a pencil in the other. He lifted the pencil toward them in greeting. “Bratz.”
Warwicke and Fabiana looked at each othe
