“Sure, I will get her changed,” she says and picks Zia up. I went to the kitchen where all the supplies were and made her bottle. When I got back to the room, Isa had already changed her nappy for me. I will feed her and give her a bath after I have breakfast. I will have to wash my hair again too. Madam Zia thought it was funny to mess with porridge in my hair. She really is a little rascal sometimes.
When the three of us finally went to the dining area, the table had already been set with platters of breakfast food. “Who cooked?” Isa asked. “Me, and Mad Dog and Rita helped. That kitchen is perfect and it’s well-stocked. Help yourselves,” Sara says as she puts two more platters down. “Thank you, Sara,” I say, and go for the coffee first. I need a boost.
Cookie keeps Zia so I can eat so
