XVI. The Café
KNOCK KNOCK
The house sat still in silence until the knocking repeated with ferocity.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
“I’m coming in!”
Philip opened the door to Sofia sitting on her bed clutching her legs in a fetal position.
“Sof, what are you doing? You look ragged; did you sleep at all?”
“Yes, I’ve just been thinking about a lot. Go, go to your conference! I’m fine. I’m going to lunch with Osmond and… Andres. They’ll be gone by the time you return.”
“Oh, is that what this is about? I told you don’t count on him,” Philip said.
“Phil, fix your tie and leave. The other stiffs are waiting for you.”
“Let me know if you need anything,” he said racing down the steps.
As Phil unlocked the door, he glanced at the lifeless body on the couch then at Andres.
“I suppose that one will ne
