“What is this dish, Moona? It smells absolutely wonderful.”
“Just a simple curry, one of my favorites from childhood.” Maimoona glanced at the clock on the wall and handed me the spoon. She was no longer bouncing on her toes, and looked like she might be shivering just a little bit.
“Will you stir, please, Mistress? I need to start the rice.”
“You know, you don’t have to call me—”
But Moona had left my side, gone over to fetch a pan and measure out the water. She was such a lovely girl. I really hoped that she and Jessica would hit it off.
I was thinking about the two of them together when heard the Pyrex measuring cup land in the sink with a thud, and turned to see Moona tensed up and shuddering, resting a hand on the counter top.
“Are you alright, dear?” I moved toward her.
Moona
