Chapter 8

I'll tell you something

I forced my eyes to water. It wasn’t difficult because I seemed to be used to crying. I think I can be an actress. I sniffed and tightened my grip on mommy Helena. “Didn’t Esther tell you I get him lukewarm water and a basin to wipe him?”

“I don’t need to know because I saw myself last night that you came down to return the basin,” she comforted me and touched my head, stroked my hair, and shot a sharp stare at Hugo, “Son! If you’re not married yet and you’re already doing this to Adele, what about when you’re married ?!”

While he was being told, Adelard, Hugo’s dad, entered next. “What’s going on here?” That was his first question as soon as he stepped into the kitchen. He was still wearing gardening clothes, his boots were muddy and his clothes were full of dirt.

“Hon! Why did you come in dirty! Look what you did to the floor!” Mommy Helena’s hysterical shout.

Daddy Adelard turned around as if he didn’t know that he covered his