The lunch served resembled a feast for her stunned eyes. She reached for the meat. She reached for the vegetables. She reached for the orange juice. She reached for the cold water all on the table. She reached for bread. She reached for a pie for dessert. No one commented on her appetite. Syliva did not stop thinking about their opinion. Hunger prevailed.

At the end, Syliva obediently followed after Rose. They went to the bedroom she had previously occupied. Syliva lay on the made bed. Rose’s hands were soft and warm. She worked diligently. Her smile was comforting as well. Syliva did not notice when slumber won over once...