Chapter 6
“I’m going to look at a recipe book,” Christy announced over porridge. Lawrence glanced up. He seemed to be bouncing back somewhat. Regaining something of his enthusiasm. It had been desperately hard to watch him so saddened, so low.
“Dare I ask why?”
Christy’s grin was like sunshine. “I am going to make cakes. I am going to use some of the money you gave me for the enterprise to buy tea, coffee, and chocolate, and something to make biscuits and cakes with so with every drink I can offer a small cake or a biscuit.”
“Very well,” Lawrence said, trying very hard to keep his face straight. Christie’s blue eyes shone with that unquenchable enthusiasm, and his hair, still clean, just shone.
“You think I am silly, don’t you,” Christy said, looking at him warily and Lawrence was imm
