He glanced over at his wife, catching her looking away. He looked back at the elevator numbers and swallowed. Marcelo was usually careful about mentioning her father. He hated seeing her in pain.

"Mil perdões," he mumbled before licking his lips. Then it was back to regular volume.

"I'll need to replace some tubing while I'm at it. My field testing has been more thorough than I thought." He paused. "No barbeque ribs after, I think."