Dreaming About Nada

"I'm sure Bela doesn't need your help, she knows what to do. So now it's your turn to rest."

"Yes, mom. I borrowed your mother's room, didn't I? I was afraid that Aunt Bela would still be pacing in my room later and make me unable to sleep well,"

"Yeah, just use the bedroom, at least your father will be home soon."

"Ready, Mom. But don't tell me the reason I sleep in your room, I will soon fall asleep because I'm very sleepy. Wake me up later if you want to have dinner,"

And now, since fifteen minutes ago she had exchanged opinions with her son, at this time he had served several menus with sufficient portions —so that later the food would not be left and end up stale and then thrown away—, Olivia took off the apron that she had been wearing. "Finally finished cooking too"