Throughout the morning, Sherry lost count of how many times she was scolded by Kirsty.

"How did you mix the medicine?"

"This is what you're going to wear tonight and you haven't ironed it yet?"

"I've told you a few times, why can't you remember!"

Kirsty counted off as she ironed Monica's dress.

And Monica leaned back lazily in her rocking chair, blowing the breeze from the sea, her face serene and soft, her graceful demeanor like a water lily in a lake, beautiful and blasphemous.

"I'd like a drink."

She suddenly inclined her head sideways and looked at Sherry, the look again extremely strange, as if she didn't know...