Mrs. Eugenia, after looking her over from head to toe, fixed her gaze on Lia's face.

“I'll have roots coming out, waiting for you to send me in," he said with an air of dignity.

“Who are you? “he asked, although he knew perfectly well who it was.

“Are you going to pretend you don't know me? “he answered with another question.

“As well as you are pretending to come to socialize," replied the girl sarcastically.

“Point for you, miss, will you let me pass? “he asked again.

“ I didn't invite her here and I don't think her son did either. Why should I let her in? “he asked.

“Because I need to have a conversation with you before I see my son show up," was the woman's sincere response.

Leah stepped aside and let her pass, the woman paced the apartment and then turned her attention to the young woman.

“It's strange to see how my perfectionist of a son has some things out of place, he's so parched, you know, he's been like that since he was very young. At the age of three Marcos was a perfect