—Elena —he said in a tense voice—, remember that you have other tables.
Elena nodded respectfully.
—Yes, Mrs. Herrera.
But Carmen quickly raised her hand and spoke in sign language.
—I want her to see us.
Elena translated the message.
Julian looked at the manager with firm calm.
—My mother is right, we prefer that Elena continue with our table.
Mrs. Herrera forced a stiff smile.
—Of course, Mr. Valdés.
As he walked away, his expression turned cold.
Dinner continued in a completely different atmosphere.
Carmen laughed softly as she chatted with Elena, and for the first time in a long time she seemed to truly enjoy a restaurant.
At the end of the meal, Julian asked for the bill.
Elena returned with the black folder.
Julian opened it slowly.
Then he pulled out a black metal card that reflected the light from the restaurant.
But before paying, he looked directly at Elena.
—How long have you been working here?
—Three years, sir.
—Do you like your job?
Elena hesitated for a second.
“I like helping my sister,” she replied honestly.
Julian tilted his head slightly.
—Is your sister deaf too?
Elena nodded.
—Yes, he is sixteen years old.
Carmen gently touched her son’s arm.
Then he began to move his hands rapidly.