By the time the boy returned, the floor had been mopped, the dress was soaking in water, and glass shards were tucked away in the dustbin.

"What you do that for?" he asked, embarrassed.

"Don't want you to hurt yourself, now do we?" She answered.

"Well here." He handed her the second dress, a toothbrush and an asprin neatly piled one on top of the other. He left the room, only to return with a second glass of water and plate of biscuites.

"Careful!" I warned him, as he stumbled on a loose floor board, regaining his balance quickly, before spilling a few drops of water on the dry wooden floor.

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