Annie's POV
The two days that followed were a calamity. Willie continued attacking me and attempting to cause me problems. Up to this point, I experienced being in difficulty with Katherine, a cook, and presently I gazed down at the messed up jar she purposely broke. To finish it off, I had a fever; my back was doubtlessly infected. I push back the tears, picking up my dustpan and brush and begin clearing the mess up. She wasn't even expected to be up here, yet I always caught her. She always waited to see my reaction before leaving. Glass broke all over.
Golly, I can't help thinking about how costly it was? I would have been in such a difficult situation. Hearing voices on the steps, my breathing hitches, and I begin snatching the enormous lumps and dropping them in the canister, cuttin
