gave her a fierce appetite.
“Wow,” Adalynn said as she scraped her plate clean. “That
was amazing.”
Cassia nodded, flustered by the praise. And pleased. It made
her happy that she could make something that someone else
wanted to eat. That she could help out in some small way.
“I was thinking that if someone asks, we should tell them
that you put an ad out online for a painter and I applied. You
could have specified that not a lot of experience was needed. I
could say that I’m from some place a few hours away, and
since I live so far, you made it a live-in position,” Cassia said,
recalling how it had been more than a little bit awkward with
Jason standing right there earlier, and Adalynn off to the side,
watching everything with a placid expression that only went so
far to cover up her concern. At least, Cassia thought it was
concern.
Adalynn’s hands fluttered on her lap like the delicate wings
of a butterfly. “How did you know I was thinking about asking
you? Or at least thinking about some kind of a cover story?
One that we could actually get straight if someone asked.”
Cassia didn’t want to say that she’d very plainly seen
Adalynn’s expression earlier, so she shrugged instead. She
reached for Adalynn’s plate and took both of them to the
kitchen sink. The sink might have been ancient, but a new tap
had been installed. It had one of those long windy spray
nozzles that made it easy to rinse everything off. Cassia had
never had one before and it made doing dishes a lot more fun.
She filled the sink with hot, soapy water and started
scrubbing at the dishes from that day. The egg pan from the
morning was the worst. She filled it with water and set it aside