Amelia set the bushels of freshly picked plants down on the chair that Silvana had fallen asleep in.
“Why did my little Sylvie just run off like that?" Amelia asked with real worry.
Kurt held back a smile and pressed a hand to his red cheek. He acted as though the mark Silvana had left on him truly stung.
Amelia felt the rage in her throat when she asked, “Kurt, did she slap you?"
Kurt winced as Amelia pressed a hand to his cheek and said, “She did, but it's not like you think."
“I think," Amelia said, placing her hands on her hips with the raging fireplace behind her, “that she better have a damn good reason for putting her hands on you."
Kurt feigned worry, jumped to his feet, and hugged Amelia. His gentleness soothed her slightly and he told her, “Hey now, take it easy. This is
