I glanced at my bills next to my coffee.
Oliver saw them. "We don't have any more money too?"
"No, my dear. I just want to make sure that every dollar knows where to go. »
"So, could a part of it go to Madame Adèle?"
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"We can try to help you as much as we can, honey."
He clutched the piggy bank in his arms. "I want to help too."
"Adults' bills are high."
"Then I'll start small, Mom." He swallowed.
"We can try to help you as much as we can, honey."
"Oliver," I said firmly. It's going to be fine. I'll help you. »
"No." His face became grave. "I want it to be mine."
"Why?"
"Because you already take care of us. You buy cereal, shoes and toothpaste with the image of dinosaurs. Mrs. Adèle also takes care of me. She gives me sweets and asks me how my dictations went. »
I turned away.
I then took my coat. "Very good. Your gift, my help. Let's go together. »
"I want it to be mine."
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Mrs. Adèle took a long time to respond.
When she opened the door, she was wearing her winter coat. His house was dark and cold.
"Oh, Carmen," she said. I didn't want you to come. I'm fine, honey. »
"Madame Adèle, are you without power?"
"It's just a little misunderstanding."
