After breakfast, Grace cleans up the used dishes and tidies up the kitchen as usual and just as it had happened the previous day, Amelia stares at her the entire time. Though there was no expression on her face, Grace somehow got the impression that the little girl might be curious. Breakfast that day had been casserole with freshly squeezed orange juice and after Grace had brought out the steaming hot casserole in the pan with her mitts, she had dropped it on a cooling rack on the kitchen island. Amelia had first looked at the casserole and then the iron contraption that it had been brought out of. She looked from the food back to the metal thing again, and she does this a few more times, expression completely unchanging the entire time. She thinks for a moment as to what exactly it was b
