Sophia smiled lightly, a faint glow on her face. "The son of the restaurant owner is my senior from my time studying in France."
It was a small world indeed. There's that theory about how any two strangers in the world are connected by no more than seven people. Sophia saw this as a kind of fate.
"I imagine the Howard family's kitchen must have everything needed. How about I try making you a bowl of that cream soup now to make up for the cake?" she suggested.
Ellen nodded in agreement. Howard, however, seemed a little embarrassed. He quietly said, "Aunt, she's our guest, it's not right to have her do things in the kitchen."
He felt a bit awkward. Every time Sophia came over, it seemed like she ended up in the kitchen. If Capone found out, Howard knew he'd never hear the end of it.
Sophia, ever graceful, reassured him, "Howard, it's no trouble at all. I'll have it done in no time. I won't be long. Just show me the way to the kitchen."
