We are having dinner as Adele reminds us of our childhood mischief.
I loved bringing Cassandra here on weekends, far away from the packhouse.
She didn't like it there because they always gave her chores, too much for a twelve-
year-old. I remember once, the head help told her to scrub the floors of the house,
our packhouse is gigantic and she did that the whole day.
Her hands were sore by the time I found her. Her arms were numb and bruised, her
eyes were red from crying.
I was so upset that I approached the manager. That was the first weekend I brought
her here and she loved it.
" You almost burnt my house!" Adele accuses me, Yep, she shouldn't have let me
cook " Why did you let him cook?" My mate asks but Adele shrugs
" The poor boy wanted to make you happy, who am I to come b
