Sasha
Sasha had spent the whole weekend learning that everything she knew about being a child in the house was wrong. She wasn’t expected to buy food, pay for electricity or water; she was expected to eat three meals a day and snacks in between – she’d never eaten so much food in her life and regularly felt overstuffed! Her room was considered her private place and Mabel would not enter without her invitation; she did not have to wash her clothes in the bath, there was a washing machine and she had to learn how to use it.
She was overwhelmed by the differences between how she grew up and what was expected of her now. Mabel was much the same as she was in the diner, except more easy-going. She had also traded most of her old clothes for sets of clothes Mabel had known she would not be abl
