"I guess you'll accept her as your worker, did she passed?" My father asked him.
"Of course, let's give her a chance to prove herself." He said. "Besides, I have trust in you."
And that made my father very happy, so happy that he was grinning like shit, considering that he used to be mad all the time whenever he steps his foot at the house.
"Great," he said. "But I'm not sure where will be her place for the mean time, now that every woman around here has their own table."
"I got you," Peter replied, pointing at the last table. We all turned our faces to that direction behind us, as it was empty but the ring light is open.
"Katrina will not be present for the mean time."
"Katrina?" My father asked. "What happened? That woman had never absent in her whole life."
