55: Not Bad Luck

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KATHERINE Rowan was actually very gentle and he kept apologizing every time he saw me wince. He tied the sling back on and wrapped a scarf around my neck. “Here's my coat." As he went to open the door, I smiled at all the things he had done today. We came down the stairs. I kept praying over and over again for nobody to see us because I really couldn't handle that. The house was awfully quiet though. And I wondered where everyone had gone. Had Rowan given them the day off? As I passed the kitchen, I made a mental note to thank the cook myself when I got the chance. Funny how after all these years of being here, I never knew his name because he had never been called. He was just the cook. I liked the way the chilly air hit me and caused goosebumps to spread all over my skin. I shive

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