Ethan
The sound of the doorbell made me look up from the documents I had open on my desk. I frowned; I wasn't expecting anyone.
I heard the housekeeper's voice calling us from the foyer.
"Sir... your parents are here."
I smiled immediately.
"My parents?"
I looked at Clara; she seemed surprised too.
"They didn't tell me they were coming."
I stood up almost instantly.
"They never do."
They usually showed up when they were passing through New York. My father always said that an impromptu visit allowed you to see how a person really lived, without time for pretense.
We walked together to the entrance, and as soon as my mother saw Clara... she opened her arms wide.
"Honey!"
Clara barely had time to smile before my mother was already hugging her. It was a long hug.
Very heartfelt.
