A few minutes later a middle aged woman also appeared in the doorway, behind Kevin. She seemed a severe, strict woman. The wrinkles around her mouth gave her a menacing look. Nothing about her appearance seemed to betray any kindness. She was wearing old shabby clothes. Some patches had been sewn to match her long skirt and to hide the holes in it due to having been worn for too long.
“And how is the little miss this morning?” she asked with a fake smile, trying to hide the fact that she wasn’t in the mood to care for another person. Sam immediately realized that this must be Carla, the servant.
“I’m fine… Do you know where I could find some work? And a cheap place to stay?” Sam asked hoping Clara could give her a hint. Clara, on the other hand, glad that the young lady intended to leave, hurried to make a suggestion and get rid of her.
“Well” Clara began, “there’s a small tavern a bit further down this street. I heard the owner needed a waitress. Maybe he would also let you sleep upstairs in one his rooms. You could go and see…” Carla finally said hoping that settled it.
“Nonsense!” Another voice coming from just outside the room was heard. “How about you work for me and you can have this room!?” Said the mistress of the house, Kevin's mom. She was a tall slender woman and by the expression of her face Sam could see that she was a kind woman. A little sad maybe, but kind and gentle. Sam didn’t know what to say or what to make of her unexpected offer. Was this really happening? By the look on Kevin's face, he hadn’t been aware oh his mother's plans, either. And neither had been Carla. But while Sam could read a sort of wonder mixed with delight (although she didn’t