***Austin***
It is closer to seven o'clock in the evening when I finally get home, feeling like I can finally relax a little for the first time in two weeks.
Martha greets me kindly in the corridor.
"Is Ollie here or has he gone already?" I ask, knowing school was back on in the morning.
"He ate two portions of dinner and drove off half an hour ago," Martha tells me as she ushers me down the corridor.
She happily tells me she has finally had a chance to prepare dinner for everyone for a change.I can only laugh heartily about this, due to the tight hold I have had over the kitchen since I graduated from University almost a year ago.
"I am looking forward to it. It will surely beat a petrol station sandwich, a hospital grade sandwich, and whatever it was that Ollie concocted yesterday,
