“And… I want to know if the kids liked them.”

“Of course!” Mari didn’t argue.

Flávia gave me a knowing smile before leaving, probably thinking the meals might end up in the trash.

Aster hugged me. “I’d really love to see Jimi again.”

“I hope… there’ll be a chance soon,” I said, trying not to be rude.

“Didn’t you get called for another interview at The Lion Palace Hotel?”

“I did,” I sighed, “but Jimi got sick that day. I couldn’t go.”

I thought ...