Chapter 88

"Well, I had great reflections as a sprat. Our chef and oldest member of the ménage staff, Alissa, made sure we all ate well. I do not flash back to seeing my mama in the kitchen with her hands covered in jargon, kneading dough, or applying a chop cutter. She is exclusively noways twisted.

She spoke. She had not anticipated the couple to show off consequently important company and pity for her, but she appeared up arbitrarily and set up two pairs of eyes gaping pathetically at her. She allowed she eyed the mist shape in Mrs Patterson's eyes!

"Oh, dear. I am sorry. You see, I buy that there is necromancy in a mama's mess. "The love with which she prepares the mess for her own children and husband is exclusively magic."

Patterson declared as she picked up her kerchief and began to wipe her nose. Martha goggled for a moment, trying to figure out what she might have said that could have conceivably awakened the feelings of penurious Mrs. P