Lupe and Selina Play Through the Storm

She could not rest all night. Was this the best way to approach her father about her wishes?

The next morning, she overheard him on the telephone.

“Could you monitor her safety if I sent her to the States? This is a financial proposition, you understand. Are you familiar with the coach? This is excellent.” Selina imagined Mr. Berto on the other side of the call. “My daughter is heir to half the company, you see. In the United States, children of affluent families have experienced such terrible incidents. But with proper handling, we could create a profitable venture here. Adios, my friend, I’ll be in touch.”

Selina entered her papa’s office with a cup of coffee and a piece of toast on a little tray.

“Good morning, Father. Did you sleep well?” Her hands shook, anticipating his response.

“Well, as a matter of fact, I did not sleep at all. I should not let Mr. Berto influence me, but his concept is worthwhile. I think you should go play ball in the United States.”