Noemi
Once we finish our work, Greer picks up two plates, and everything in me tenses. I can’t. I can’t eat in front of him. How am I supposed to be normal when I don’t have Valentina here to take a bite of everything before I do?
I watch with dread as he puts the same foods on both plates, doubling the amount for himself…I guess. Don’t know if he expects me to eat that much. The cup of tea I made is still sitting on the counter untouched, but I’m sure he hasn’t noticed that I have yet to take a sip.
I only drink coffee because Valentina likes it, and I want to make it easier for her. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t touch that stuff. The 'good Ethiopian' tastes like acid to me, and I would much rather have water than force down another one of those. But she does so much for me. I have
