(IVANNA)
When I head downstairs for breakfast, I find Lucia in the kitchen. Sergio had gone back to his office hours ago, and Karlen is most probably still sleeping.
"Dobroye utro, vnuchka" she greets, giving me a shy smile from a distance.
I wonder what that word means. Pregnant mistress? Stupid woman who let herself forget about her birth control shot and let a mafia lord impregnate her?
With Lucia, it is hard to tell. She is a crafty old woman.
I head over to her and kiss her cheek. "Dobroye utro, Lucia."
When I try to make myself a cup of espresso, she swats my hand away. "kofein vreden dlya detey"
"Ouch, Lucia. I need coffee." I point at the coffee maker. "Please." I clasp my hands together as though I am praying and shake them, pleading. I might die if she refuses to let me have any coffee.
"No. Sergio's baby." She points to my stomach, as if I need a reminder.
