Two weeks later
Five days ago Scarlet was brought back to New York, after only being treated for minor injuries. She thought she would have been happy to be back at her own room but she was not.
Her mother had not allowed her to do any chores, which felt strange because that was what she was accustomed to doing in Hall Green Village. Now here she was sitting in her room, looking out of the window.
“If you look and harder you might just burn a hole in that glass window” Scarlet turned around and it was her mother, on a tray, she brought her some warm milk and cookies. Scarlet accepted the cookies, along with the milk but she had to admit, the cookies did not taste as good as Rosanne’s.
“Is there something wrong with the cookies?” her mother asked her.
“Well these cookies are clearl
