"Sapphire, can you hand me the vanilla?" Clara hurried around the kitchen, asking.
Sapphire reached behind her and rummaged through the spice cabinet until she located the small brown bottle. "Just a drop this time, please," she reminded quietly.
From his seat at the table, Carter chuckled. "Yes, sweetheart, remember what happened the last time? Those cookies were rancid,"
Clara scowled at her companion and swung the wooden spoon in his face."If you say one more thing, you'll have blue balls for a month."
Sapphire's face was flushed with a brilliant red flush.
"Clara!” It was for this reason that she attempted to stay out of Clara's way when she was angry. When Clara was upset or furious, she would become menacing and rude.
Sapphire imagined her adoptive mother as a fountain, wit
