The Last Dance

"Cool!"

Lukas sat on the rooftop with his legs hanging outside. He drank beer and looked down at the dense crowd at the flea market. Then he sighed, "I haven't feasted on spicy beef and beer in this way for four years."

Isabella licked an ice cream and smiled broadly. "With an ice cream, I also feel happy."

Lukas turned to Isabella. "Only an ice cream can make you happy?"

"Of course."

Isabella suddenly thought of Joseph's words and asked, "Do you all think that I'm easily satisfied? It's just because I haven't eaten ice cream for years. I just cherish the memory, like you miss the time when you ate spicy beef and beer. That's what makes us happy!"

Lukas's eyes flickered. "They don't even buy you an ice cream? If you had told me before, I could have bought it for you."

Isabella paused for a moment and smiled. "After all, he isn't my biological father. I can't ask him for too much. I'm grateful that he provides me with raiment and daily bread and sends me to school."