"Your grandmother is coming tomorrow " Mr Julian announced, Elio's curtilary fell out of his hand and dropped into his plate, his face turned pale. Camilo was also looking pale.
"Mrs. Isabella Fernandez is coming tomorrow?" Elio said aloud.
"Not Mrs. Isabella Fernandez, she's your grandmother. Call her grandma." Mr Julian corrected.
"A news far worst than Mylar living here," Camilo said and Mylar looked at him, a bit upset. Elio said to his dad.
"I won't be coming to your house tomorrow."
"No Elio, you can't do that. Everyone has to be here tomorrow." Said Mr. Julian, his voice a bit pleading.
Elio rolled his eyes at his dad, Mylar wondered why they weren't happy that their grandma was coming to visit them, she wished she had a grandma.
"Your mother is coming tomorrow dear." Mr Julian said to Mrs Camila who was silent all through the conversation. She looked up at her husband like someone who was lost and suddenly smiled.
