She reached for another slice of toast, and spread a small amount of jam over the top. “Mickey, I would love to understand why you’ve blessed us with your presence.”
He stared at the toast in his hands, turning it around several times as if to study all its angles. “I believe a slice of toast is universal, unlike politics, or languages. No matter where you are, you can always find a good piece of toast.” He looked up at her, “Do you speak Spanish, Gloria?”
“You’re not good at answers, are you? Yes, I speak the language. Why after 25 years are you suddenly sitting at my table and eating my toast and drinking my tea again?”
“You seem to have matured quite a bit. I know how much our Emma loves you. Is that going to be a problem when Mori arrives? Am I going to have to witness cat fights like in the old days?”
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