Chapter 118

• "Now ladies, come on now. No one is dead.. no one is up and leaving without a word. Eat and be merry before Leon comes and thinks it's true that all women do together is cry," she jests, letting Sophia go and raising her wine glass or tropical juice instead, which the housekeeper dished out. "To the future." She motions.
• "To the future." Sophia agrees and lifts her glass to clink against hers and catches mother dabbing her face before copying them. She stands and leans over the food to be able to reach them, and they mirror her, rising to stand as all three clink over the narrow table and raise them.
• "For my daughter coming home." Mother sits first, and they follow, all drinking the tart but delicious liquid and laying the glassware back down delicately.