To the west, the sun began its descent, painting streaks of color in the sky and across the building tops. Behind him, Margarida fed the baby and Paulo put the finishing touches on a salad. When the timer beeped, Josh turned inside and Paulo grabbed the pot holders and slid two square glass pans from the oven, one at a time. “So you think Sofia’s feeling better, then?” Margarida glanced at Josh, keeping her eyes on her daughter as the baby smeared the high chair tray between them. Little Amélia was going to need a bath when done with her dinner. Josh pulled up a chair from the table and sat down. “She is feeling better but I think she could have stayed home a couple more days. She was so anxious to go back to work.” Margarida winced. “This has been hard for her, Josh. She’s used to being independent and caring for her mother.” She fed the baby another spoonful. “Now her mother is away and being well cared for and Sofia is ready to do something more than staying at home.
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