"That girl always likes eating out. Does she find the food at home not good enough?" Mila Anderson muttered, not overly concerned.
Julia smiled. The home chefs always prepared the same few dishes. Even if they rotated daily, after eating them for over twenty years, one would naturally grow tired of them.
"What about Jimmy?"
"He went out early this morning and hasn't returned yet. There's a ninety-nine percent chance he's hanging out at the Ruiz Family's place." When speaking of her sensible little grandson, Mila's face filled with indulgent love.
Julia smiled again without asking further and began to drink her soup.
Glades Horne didn't come back at noon, saying he was busy. He only called Julia to remind her to eat well, sleep well, and not to overwork herself.
