Mother Loring burst into tears. “I thought I would never see you again…”
“Come on, Mom. Let’s go inside,” Marco’s nanny said calmly. “Oh, I’m not allowed in there, Sir. I’m just wearing slippers. Then my boss will get angry—he’s waiting for me outside.” Marco’s face suddenly hardened. “Who made you wait in the heat?” “Ma’am Stella… is inside.” Marco grabbed Nanay Loring’s arm. “Come on, Mom. … Lire plus