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She beamed at the mention of a drink, her eyes lighting up even more when she saw the drink was red wine. She was not a snob by any means but she had a healthy appreciation for vino.
"Yes, you are a brilliant man, Mr. Iliescu." She said in appreciation, leaning against the door frame for a moment, her exhaustion slowly creeping up on her though she fought it tooth and nail. She hadn't seen the downstairs after all.
Food, that was a good idea though she would have to own that she felt more than a little daunted by the prospect of food. She was an acceptable cook, she knew her way around a kitchen in a practical way though no one would call her gifted in that department. She was merely adequate. But that was with ingredients she knew, she wasn't sure how she'd fare with such foreign foods as might be found in a kitchen with spotty electricity.
It was all part of the grand adventure, she reminded herself. Leaving home, leaving all the casual comforts that reminded her of how wrong things had gone. If she was worried about what the hell she was eating or going to eat, she wasn't ripping herself apart to find out why Seth had left her. Or beating herself up for the intoxicated car wreck that cost her the baby. Or the sick pathetic hope that if she'd kept the baby she'd have at least had some hold on Seth. That last though never failed to make her sick at her own pathetic-ness.
No, distraction was a good thing. Exotic food, even if canned, was an adventure. So was farming, so was helping restore this old house even though she didn't know a thing about farming or much beyond which end of the hammer to hold. She would learn, she had a guide after all.
Flashing him a grateful, relieved smile that held none of the turmoil that bumped about in her skull she turned in a rolling motion away from the doorway and down the hall.
"I haven't see the kitchen yet." She said, pausing to let him catch up, gesturing for him to lead the way. "If it is anything like the bathroom I will owe you greatly."
This house was in much better shape than she'd been led to believe from the letters she'd received from the law-firm or the pictures she'd been sent. She was certain she knew who to thank. Their budget was tight, but if they managed to make anything like a profit from the farming end of things she vowed to give the man a raise.
"Yes, you are a brilliant man, Mr. Iliescu." She said in appreciation, leaning against the door frame for a moment, her exhaustion slowly creeping up on her though she fought it tooth and nail. She hadn't seen the downstairs after all.
Food, that was a good idea though she would have to own that she felt more than a little daunted by the prospect of food. She was an acceptable cook, she knew her way around a kitchen in a practical way though no one would call her gifted in that department. She was merely adequate. But that was with ingredients she knew, she wasn't sure how she'd fare with such foreign foods as might be found in a kitchen with spotty electricity.
It was all part of the grand adventure, she reminded herself. Leaving home, leaving all the casual comforts that reminded her of how wrong things had gone. If she was worried about what the hell she was eating or going to eat, she wasn't ripping herself apart to find out why Seth had left her. Or beating herself up for the intoxicated car wreck that cost her the baby. Or the sick pathetic hope that if she'd kept the baby she'd have at least had some hold on Seth. That last though never failed to make her sick at her own pathetic-ness.
No, distraction was a good thing. Exotic food, even if canned, was an adventure. So was farming, so was helping restore this old house even though she didn't know a thing about farming or much beyond which end of the hammer to hold. She would learn, she had a guide after all.
Flashing him a grateful, relieved smile that held none of the turmoil that bumped about in her skull she turned in a rolling motion away from the doorway and down the hall.
"I haven't see the kitchen yet." She said, pausing to let him catch up, gesturing for him to lead the way. "If it is anything like the bathroom I will owe you greatly."
This house was in much better shape than she'd been led to believe from the letters she'd received from the law-firm or the pictures she'd been sent. She was certain she knew who to thank. Their budget was tight, but if they managed to make anything like a profit from the farming end of things she vowed to give the man a raise.