"Miss Sheila? Is that really you?"

Sheila turned, catching Henry's gaze.

For a moment, Henry forgot all about looking for his mother. Beaming, he scurried over to Sheila's side.

Sheila's brows knit together, her voice soft and apologetic. "Henry, last night over dinner, you mentioned not liking the school lunches. I wanted to make you something myself to take today, but... I think I messed up."

No sooner had she finished speaking than the acrid smell of burning filled the air then flames leapt up from the pan on the stove.

With a frightened gasp, Sheila dropped to the floor, curling into a tight ball.

Henry, alarmed, wrapped his arms around her and shouted, "Dad! There's a fire in the kitchen! Dad!"

As he tried to soothe her, he gently patted Sheila's back. "Miss Sheila, it's okay. Don't be scared."

Timothy hurried in, drawn by the commotion. Without missing a beat, he turned off the gas and clamped the lid onto the flaming pan. The fire sputtered out almost immediately.

But Sheila was still trembling, unable to move.

Concern shadowed Timothy's usually composed features.

He knelt down beside her and called, more gently this time, "Sheila."

her head,

I really

Timothy's mind-a fire, seven

since, Sheila had been terrified of

not your fault. You shouldn't come into

fire once. She's afraid of it. You're not to ask her to cook for you,

head, her voice urgent. "Timothy, it's not Henry's fault. He never asked me

you're so afraid of

just didn't want you eating

trembling. "Miss Sheila, you're too good to me. Please don't ever go

her feet, but her legs buckled. Without hesitation, he scooped her up

We're

yard, Mabel was sweeping up leaves. When she saw Timothy carrying

simply Timothy's sister-in-law. Now, she didn't seem

What would people think?

Carter found out, it would

open the

reluctantly, opening

at her coolly. "Mrs. Carter isn't home. Why didn't you make breakfast

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