“Is that man for real?!”
I was coming down the stairs the following day when I heard that disbelieving exclaim of Aunt Beatrice. My steps faltered. Sandro was at the far end of the living room. I could see him from where I was and with a single nod, he encouraged me to step down. Everyone was in the dining room except for him. He knew I would be coming down by now and I planned to skip breakfast.
He approached me at the end of the step but I lifted a hand to signal him that we were not ready to go yet. I didn’t know what time everyone got home last night. My parents should be still in bed at this hour but since it was obvious they were up early, or did not even sleep at all, I have to go there. To tell them I have to go to school now.
Sandro followed my step as I walked closer to the
