Chapter 35

• Sometime later Anthony heard a loud squeak from Celeste's bedroom. Tout de suite he climbed the stairs skipping one at a time and then his laugh was uncontrollable. His girl who is a spitfire, who challenges him and makes him dance on her little finger is frightened of flies. “It might have entered your room through the garden. Why did you keep the window open? You could have used air-conditioning instead.”
• Celeste cried, ran to Anthony and fell in his arms. He chuckled softly and gently ran his hand on her back before kissing her cheek. “It is okay. Don't cry. I'm going to take care of it.” He took out the phone from his pants pocket and called the security. “There is a fly in Celeste’s room. Drive it out of the window.”
• She nuzzles her head in the crook of his neck. “I'm not going to use this bedroom tonight. Can I sleep with you?”