Like what Fiero said, he went back to the villa in Armeni village. This time, he brought a small pot of a flowering plant. The small shrub has a handsome mound of shiny, green foliage and saucer-sized, 5-petal, creamy yellow flowers. Aside from the plant, he also brought a paper bag with some takeout from their restaurant.
Fiero placed the flower pot next to the porch stairs’ post.
“What’s with the flower pot?”
Fiero turned around and saw the old man, Pablo. Fiero smiled and gave him a curt nod.
“Good morning, sir,” he greeted him.
“You did come again,” Pablo grumbled.
“Yeah, and I will come again tomorrow and the next, and the next,” Fiero replied, and Pablo gave him a deadpan look.
Fiero just smiled at him.
Then Chona appeared from behind the villa.
“Oh, Fiero, you are here
