“Hello, princess,” Daddy sang, when he noticed her. “What did you eat today? An egg? Can I get you something more sensible?”
He folded his arms and leaned against the door. “I need to have a meeting with your father, a business meeting. And I’m not getting anywhere with him”
Mimi had informed all and sundry that she wouldn’t be in on Monday. It was the day the competition was opening and she was feeling ill in advance
“I know what you’re thinking, Binyamin,” Kaylie murmured. “But we’re not wasting perfectly good vacation days. The restaurant may be closed, but we still have work”
Kaylie was annoyed. “Aren’t you going to ask what it was about? I finally dream, and all I get from you is a nod?”
Levi hobbled into the living room, rubbing his eyes. He looked at her raw structure. “You want coffee? This is gonna be a long night.”
Mimi tapped the mouse, something inside her begging. Do it. Don’t. It’s not only about Zoberman’s, she told herself, it’s about family. Don’t do it
“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Kaylie said sweetly. “These are very pretty. But they’re probably expensive, and besides, I already picked out floor tiles”
The rock in his stomach hardened. “So you’re not going to try and come to an agreement? You’d rather just sit here and complain?”
“Kaylie won’t get it. The subtlety of color, how it affects mood and energy. This is going to turn out wrong, all wrong”
“Zoberman’s is the best eatery in town. Who said we have to make ourselves crazy just because some young big shot decides to copy us?”