The boys relaxed, leaned back against the cushions and lightweight exchanged a quick glance. Kent said: - You know, I did something to drink. Who will join? As he brought the drinks, Monica took the guests, and only when they were holding a glass, she sat down, crossed his legs, and asked: - So you came to ask me about something? Chelsea and Kent looked at each other, their eyes said: first you. - Well? - Monica cocked her head. - Who am I to say? - I probably. - Kent leaned forward. - No, I'd better - interrupted Chelsea. - She's my mother, and it was my idea.