“Amos, don’t be laughing at our guest,” Second Esperah Dorrado said as she began serving dinner.
“How has your time in Santa Teresa been?” her mother asked.
“It has been good so far. I have not gone outside of the kahall of Santa Teresa much. Coming to your home is only my second trip away.”
Carla raised an eyebrow, apparently not approving of my self-imposed exile. “I hope you get to see the city some more before you leave.”
“I visited Cortes Holdings a few days ago,” I replied and placed my bag on the floor next to my chair. “That was an impressive building.”
“Mr. Cortes owns this city,” Morris said. “It’s his money that has kept the kahall of Santa Teresa going.”
“Father, that’s not true. Mr. Cortes is a big contributor, but his money cannot buy the influence of Morrim Pomodore an
