to get up and put on her shoes.
Jessie motioned to her to sit down. ‘Please, Mrs Bun, let me make the tea it is the least I can do.’
‘I will not argue about that.’
‘That must be a first.’
‘Oh, hush you.’
Jessie went out to the adjoining kitchen and made the tea as Mrs Bun shouted out to her where to find everything. ‘There is a plate of cakes on the bench bring them in as well.’
After the huge meal they had eaten, Jessie thought she would not want to eat again that day, but the delicious cakes were too strong of a temptation.
Later that night as she lay cuddled up next to Allison, in the feather, bed she gave silent thanks for the two kind people who had come into their lives. Her mind was reeling with everything that had taken place over the past couple of days. In her entire life she had never been able to talk to anyone the way she had talked to Mrs Bun. This kindly woman knew more about her and her problems than her own mother. She recalled trying to discuss things with her mother only being told not to bother her. She made a mental note never to turn her daughter away if, she came to her for advice and help. Allison was snoring quietly as Jessie kissed her lightly and vowed to protect her. ‘I promise I will make you happy sweetheart,’ she whispered.
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