I knocked softly on the door at 1:30 pm. Pearl stood by the open door with tears in her eyes, "I have never left my daughter for more than a few hours. I feel guilty."
I hugged her gently, "Please, don't. We'll be in constant contact with her. I told her to call us if she feels worse, otherwise, I'll beat her up."
Pearl smiled through her tears, "Your good intention is appreciated. Unfortunately, like me, Nadia knows you are a softy."
"Shame on you; offending an oldie!"
We drove to my house. I prepared a guest room for her arrival. I checked that her mattress was comfortable, changed the bedding, placed a dresser by the bed, and a round mirror on the small table by the corner.
As we entered, I put her stuff in the guest room and showed her the rest of the house: The bedrooms, the larg
