Because:

"This is Mateo," Sabine said proudly. "He's been staying in the little cave we call the Vermeer Room, but now that you're here, he'll move upstairs. Right, Mateo?"

He brushed past them without a word and headed for the door. 

"Go mow the field before it gets dark," Sabine called after him. "If the mower runs out of gas, there's a can under the porch!"

"Your gardener lives with you?" Greta whispered. 

"That's my son," Sabine said. "The one I adopted from Nicaragua."

Greta had forgotten about him. There were two others: one from Chile, the other from Honduras.

-

Fuck this bitch. I wasn't vibing with Greta already, but now I'm done. I don't care about the plot enough to withstand her. Honestly, was that supposed to be funny?