It’s lunch time at school , Angel is walking around the school yard. As she walks she see Jennifer sitting on the grass reading a novel that she too has;she goes to her.

Angel. : (she stand in front of Jennifer.) Hello there.

Jennifer 🙁Raise her head and look at Angel.) Hi (Said with a smile.)

Angel. : uhm …I was attracted by the novel you are reading, it’s one of my favorites . my dad bought it for me on my birthday.

Jennifer.:It’s my favorite too.It was also bought by my dad on my birthday.

Angel. :each Wow , that’s so common.(They stare at other for a moment.)Ohh I’m sorry for disturbing you,I should get going.

Jennifer : No, you did not disturb me. I’m tired of reading anyway, You can sit with me if you don’t mind.( she close the book)

Angel. :I’d love to.(She sits next to Jennifer.) I’m Angel.

Jennifer: Jennifer but you can call me Jenn.

Angel. : Nice to meet You Jenn.

Jennifer: you know you once came to my class and my Classmates actually thought you are my sister.

Angel : That’s unusual, but I have a little sister in grade 4 and her name is Caitlin but you can call her. Cat.

Jennifer: I like Cat .So when can I meet her .

Angel. : Maybe after school if mom won’t be early to pick us.(Bell ring and they have to go back to class.)

Jennifer: okay , see you after school.

Angel. : Bye.

Grace is in her office busy with computer and suddenly she heard a Knock at her door.

Grace. : come in (she said continuing with what she was doing.)

Micheal. : good afternoon Mrs Thompson ( looking at the papers on his hand). I am sent by Mr. Giv… ( he raised his head and see Grace, he stuck) Grace!.

Grace. : ( looks at him and stands) hi Michael.( smiles)

Micheal. : what a suprise, how are you?

Grace. : I am good, how are you? (Shaking hands).

Michael. : WOW, your looking so beautifully grown

Grace. :you’re grown too, I’m sorry who sent you to me?

Micheal. :Huh?

Grace. :you said someone sent you to me.

Michael. :Ohh…yeah…Mr Give,He…he said he asked you to print some document for me.

Grace. :Flap… (putting her hand on her face) I’m sorry I forgot to print those documents. Can you come back tomorrow ?.

Micheal. : are you okay?

Grace. :yes I am, it’s just slipped my mind.

Micheal. : Okay, no problem. I’ll come back tomorrow.(He goes reaching for the door before he could go out he realizes something and turn). So you’re married now ?

Grace. : yeah…I am.

Micheal. : who’s the lucky guy?

Grace. : someone who managed to collect all the broken pieces you left in my heart and connect them back together.

Micheal. : (nods his head) I understand.

Grace. : you have to, now I would like to get back to work.

Michael. : of cause, see you tomorrow.

Grace. : have a good day Mr Smith (she smile and continue pressing her computer. As Micheal goes out the office she meet Joy at the door who is coming in Graces office).

Joy. : ( she looks at Micheal and look at Grace, goes to Graces desk) was that Micheal Smith?

Grace. : yes, that was Michael Smith.

Joy. : what is he doing here?

Grace. : his job.

Joy. : no, I don’t believe that.

Grace. : well you should. Can I have some space please I’m trying to work here.

Joy. :ohh so now you’re kicking me out of your office because Micheal just showed up.

Grace. : what?(ask politely), you know what, just close the door on your way out.( Joy looks ant Grace and leaves the office).

In the evening, Whitney comes home from work. She finds Jennifer sitting on a mat reading her novel.

Whitney. : hey baby.

Jennifer. : hi mom.

Whitney. : how was school today?

Jennifer. : it was just fine.( looking at the book on her hand).

Whitney. : you still haven’t finished reading that book?

Jennifer. : yes but I’m almost done.

Whitney. : okay, I’ll go take a shower and then I’ll prepare dinner.

Jennifer. : mom! (Whitney looks at Jennifer) can I ask you something? ( closes the book).

Whitney. : you can ask me anything baby ( she goes closer to her daughter).

Jennifer. : what happened to my father ?, why did he leave me?, why does he hide from me ?, I don’t even know what he looks like.( Whitney sit next to her daughter).

Whitney. : honey, we talked about this before. Your father is in Italy working. He is not hiding from you.

Jennifer. : something is telling me you not telling the truth.

Whitney. : that something is misleading you.

Jennifer. : can you at least give me his number or show me his picture or anything. I just want to know my father.

Whitney. : okay…fair enough. Let me call him for you. ( she take her phone and call Alfred).