Miss Polly had a Dolly (Emma Frost #2) by Willow Rose Read Free Book Online

have known, right? This is a small
island. Someone must have seen them together. Why haven't we heard
anything?"
    "My guess is they have kept mostly to
themselves. Maybe because my dad was afraid I'd get upset." I put some
quiche on my fork and put it in my mouth. It wasn't the greatest quiche I’d
made, but it would do.
    "I'm loving this, by the way," Sophia
said with her mouth full pointing at the food on her plate with her fork.
"It's really good. I tell you, if you didn't cook for me every Wednesday
like you do, I wouldn't get anything proper to eat all week. I do not have the
time or the energy to cook. I mean, I do spaghetti and meat sauce and lasagna
now and then, but nothing like this."
    I was flattered. I had never been much of a
cook, but the last couple of months I had been practicing a lot, much to my
children's surprise and delight. They loved my food and that made me feel
really good. I had discovered that I liked pleasing others with good food. And
for some strange reason I enjoyed watching them eat it. Maybe it was because my
mother had never cooked much and I was always so jealous of my classmates who
came home to freshly baked buns or cake and all I ever had after school was
cereal that I poured into a bowl myself. I wanted to be different than my
mother so I had started baking a lot lately and then I ate what I’d made with
my kids and sometimes my dad, in the afternoon once they got back from school.
It wasn't good for my weight, but the kids seemed to love getting a break like
that with me, especially Maya who was always on the run these days. It was good
for her to have that break every now and then and in that way I got to talk to
her as well. Victor was different. He just ate while staring at the table
saying close to nothing, before he stormed out to the yard to play with his
precious trees.
    "Well I'm glad you like it," I
answered and ate another bite. I looked at the puffed dough in the corner of
the kitchen table. I was going to make it into small buns for this afternoon as
soon as we were done eating. Maybe I’d put some egg and sugar on top to make it
a little sweeter. "So are your kids ready for the audition this
Saturday?" I asked before sipping my water.
    Sophia nodded. "Ida is singing all day, so
is Christoffer. And it's the same songs over and over again. I'm going nuts, I
can't get them out of my head again." Sophia chuckled then kept on eating.
"You're still going with me, right?"
    "Sure. I want to see what it is like."
    "Good. Cause I need you to take care of the
three young ones while Christoffer and Ida audition. I can have the baby in a
sling on my chest, but the other ones, I don't know."
    "What if we ask Maya to take care of them
at home, in your house?" I asked hoping to get out of babysitting myself.
"I'll pay her what she wants. You don't have to worry about that."
    Sophia's face lit up. "That would be great.
I'm really looking forward to going and it would be rough with all those kids,
you know?"
    "I know," I said and got up. "I'm
sure she won't mind. Do you want some coffee?"
    "Yes, please. That would be great. I never
have time to make real coffee anymore. I use that instant crap and it really
tastes like water. I need my coffee good and strong."
    I smiled and poured water in the pot. "I'll
make it so strong you won't sleep for days," I said. Suddenly our
conversation was interrupted by the sound of sirens.
    Sophia got up from her chair. We both walked to
the window. Far away we could see the island's only police car driving towards
the beach. It was very rare that the police car actually had to put on sirens,
so naturally we were curious.
    "What's going on?" Sophia wondered
aloud.

Chapter 13
     
April 2013
    We put on our
jackets, took the baby-carriage, and walked down to
the beach following the sound of the siren and the blue light in the distance.
When we got down there we spotted all of the island's six police officers
running around like they were searching for