We washed the dishes in silence. The only sound was water and plates.
Althea’s face was tired and sad.
"She was probably thinking about her sister. She must miss her the way I miss my family. Must feel really lonely. Like me.
Or does she have people that want to kill her too?" I thought to myself.
I kept my eyes on the plate I was washing and scrubbed harder as the thoughts came.
When we finished, she hung her towel up and left without a word. I was the only one in the kitchen now. I don’t know where the others were.
I remembered the apple pie. I’d stuck it in my pocket earlier. I took a bite. It was still warm and squashed.
I sat down quietly on a stool by the counter and ate it slowly.
"Wow, this is super tasty," I said out loud.
After a while, I got up from the stool as
