— Did you see her?
— Yes, dad.
— Hum… and… did you talk to her?
— Kind of.
— And… — he stops, looking at his own hands. — How was she?
I stare at him, thinking of how to say that she didn’t miss any of us, that my sister has only agreed to meet me because I lied promising her money. He waits, eyes glittering, expecting good news. I force a smile.
— She’s fine, we had some coffee, but she was in a hurry, we didn’t talk that much. I’ll try again next week, dad, don’t worry, ok?