The telephone rang and I looked up from my book to glare at the offending object. I was lying on my stomach on the sofa, in the middle of reading a very intense chapter. The telephone continued to ring and with a sigh, I got off and shuffled barefooted towards it. I picked the cordless phone and put it to my ear.
"Hello?" I said.
"Fia, honey," Mom greeted. "Will you go to your father's office and see if there's a thick brown envelope on his table?"
"Sure," I answered, turning and walking into Dad's office.
And almost tripped into a pile of books sitting on the floor.
Regaining my balance, I looked around and frowned when I saw the messy state of the room. There were books on the floor, books on top of the chairs. His table was cluttered with stacks of files and papers. How Dad could w
