Chapter 32

• A bulletin board? Am I on this bulletin board? I wondered about this as we entered the gourmet area of the house. The smell of homemade food in the air distracted me to the point that I left this question for later, especially since it was not possible to check the bulletin board at that moment. If the internet signal was already bad in the city, it was even worse there.
• "Welcome! Make yourselves at home!" Maxsuel's mother said as she greeted us. She was remarkably beautiful, petite, with fair skin, long wavy brown hair, and expressive brown eyes. Next to her, two identical children seemed eager to get their food. With their plates in hand, one of them picked up a potato with his fork. "Boys, be polite! Greet our visitors first!"
• "Hi, everyone!" one of the boys said.