Lunch With Ivan

    The following day I wake up with the most excruciating headache of my life. I feel like they are beating drums inside my head. I walk downstairs to find something to help make the pain go away. I walk into the kitchen to find Mrs. Costanzo making breakfast. She makes breakfast sometimes but most days the maid does it.

   “Good morning, Katherine,” I say, taking my seat on one of the stools in the kitchen. Mrs. Costanzo prefers for me to call her by her first name.

   “Good morning, Dear, take this, it will help with the pain,” she says, handing me Advil and orange juice.

   “Thank you, have you seen Aurora? We didn’t come home together last night. I don’t even know how I got home myself,” I say, trying to remember last night.

   “Here she comes,” Katherine says, as Aurora walks into the kitchen.

“Hi Mom, Hi Andrea,” Aurora says, taking a seat beside me. Sh