Darcy.
The stench of the fresh fish that Michale got went through my entire body, sending me off. I cringed, holding back the food that I had eaten this morning. “Do you really have to be bringing it all the time?” I signed.
I had thought that since we are close to the river, I would get used to the stench of the fish and adopt to it. But I had lied to myself. Just as always, it makes me vomit. I am never going to get used to it.
“I am sorry, I was meant to get it cleaned before coming back but I left my knife behind so I had to bring it home. I will jsut clean it.” Michael apologized. “Stay in the room while I get it cleaned.” He added.
That’s the thing, since the day that we had moved her, I have never for once let him out of my sight unless he is going to the river to get fish like
