“Grab a piece of cloth, will you? And start dusting the furniture in the living room.” Said Carla but before Sam had the chance to ask her where she was supposed to take one from, Carla gave her a small piece of cloth from a pocket of her apron. Sam grabbed it and started dusting the table in the middle of the room.
“Ok, let me know when you've finished. And then we can go cook together. Can you cook, Sam!?” she asked doubting that the answer would be yes.
“Not really, ma'am. Only a few recipes. But I am willing to learn more.”
“Hmm, ok then, we'll see when you finish tidying the room”. Carla wasn't so upset with the whole situation anymore. Maybe she didn’t see Sam as a danger anymore and just saw her for what she was, a poor kid who had lost everything and needed some help to get back on her feet.
One hour later Sam finished her task. When she was about to open the door and look for Carla, Kevin opened it and saw her standing in front of the door, all sweaty and with the dirty cloth in her hands. Neither spoke when at last he entered the room and she exited past him. He closed the door behind her and she went to search for Carla. She needed a bath before she was going to help her cook. Or help her with anything, as a matter of fact. She was embarrassed because Kevin had seen her all sweaty like that, although if she thought about it, she shouldn’t have cared, right?
Carla was standing right in front of the door to the kitchen waiting for her to finish her work when she saw her. She told her that now she could come and help her cook but Sam said that she needed a bath first if she was going to help her with anything.