Elena opened the door. She saw Mr. Fabio standing there. His smile was sad and he held a large pile of papers.
"Mr. Fabio, hello," Elena said. "Why don't you come in for some tea?"
She ushered the old man into her home. She slowly readied two cups of tea. After all, Elena knew why Mr. Fabio was here before he even said a word.
"Thank you," Mr. Fabio said, taking a tea cup.
He let himself get halfway through his drink before his expression got serious. Elena couldn't bear to see the old man so upset.
"Those are divorce papers, aren't they?" Elena asked softly.
Mr. Fabio nodded his head. "I'm sorry, my dear. I really tried to make my terrible grandson see reason."
Elena laid her hand on top of Mr. Fabio's. "It's not your fault. Honestly, I knew this was coming for a while now."
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