A few hours later, when the boys have been neatly dressed in their first suits of the weekend, there comes a knock at the door.
I smooth my hands over my own black cocktail dress and go to answer it. I let out a whoosh of breath when I see that it’s Victor. “Come in,” I say, opening the door wide for him. As soon as he enters, though, I close the door quickly.
He turns to me, frowning a little. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I say, raising my hands to check and see that my hair is still in place. I laugh a little. “Your mom just spooked me a bit, is all.”
“My mom?” he says, turning fully to stare at me. “My mother came to see you?”
“Yeah,” I say, nodding. “Didn’t you know?”
Victor slowly shakes his head back and forth and I can see him processing. “What did she say to you?”
“That your
