They walked briskly into the Standard Grill restaurant downtown. Thira led from behind as the kids arranged themselves neatly side by side, with Elara squeezed between the two boys.

“You’re welcome, madam,” said a plump-looking waitress with a wide smile and perfect teeth, ushering them toward a vacant booth.

“Your kids look lovely.”

Thira smiled back, about to reply, but Kai spoke first.

“Mum, the woman’s suit is so nice. Does she want to serve Donald Trump?”

Thira ...