Esperanza sat at the table, holding Charlie on her lap, Grace sitting next to her swinging the white shoes back and forth amusing herself with the noise that they made hitting the chair, and the table, and her mother's skirts, and her mother’s leg. “Grace, hija, por favor.” She scolded, which resulted in a calm ten seconds before her daughter was all motions again. “Grace...” Espa sighed.
And her angel haired daughter giggled and replied “Ferch Pert.”

The question "are you happy with the way things are" was intended to have double meaning. For one it was to ask if she wanted anything a cup of tea or something to eat, or if she was simply not hungry. The second was to ask her if she was happy. Which of course she was not. He had met Kaleb on more than one occasion. The chances Esperanza was happy were slim to none. The chances she was going to admit to Sioni aloud that she was unhappy were even slimmer.

"Rydych yn gwybod Dydw i ddim yn hoffi te." Answered back in Welsh, not perfect Welsh, or even good Welsh she imagined. She was sort of out practice. She made it for Sioni the few times he came around. She drank it with Mamgu because Mamgu liked it. She sat holding it with t he other quidditch wives because she was expected to. She did not enjoy tea. At all. "I am fine. I don't need anything." If Grace and Sioni wanted to drink hot chocolate and make friends that was fine. "Though Charlie might like a biscuit if they have something hard enough for her to chew on."

"I want a biscuit!" Grace immediately protested her sister being given something she was not.

But Espa shook her head, mostly for Sioni's benefit. "You're not allowed biscuits."

The older of the Broadmoor girls whined, "But I said I was sorry!"

Unfortunately, Grace had picked up the idea that apologizing meant that her mother would immediately forget what she had gotten into trouble for in the first place. In this case it had been smashing biscuits and putting pieces in to Charlie's hair. She did not understand how Kaleb wanted a third child. Perhaps he did not spend enough time with them to know how exhausting it was.

He would insist that she could let the nanny stay with the girls more, but why have children to let someone else raise them? Someone with poor enough taste to voluntarily start an affair with a married man, and worse a married man like Kaleb. She was not one to talk about poor judgment at length though she noticed as she was currently playing Happy Families with Sioni, again. "I'm fine, Sioni. Really I am."