#Chapter 12 – Breakfast with Daddy

I spend a restless night in my new room. When the clock reads 7:00, a knock comes at my door and it opens without waiting for a response. I glare and make a mental note to somehow get a lock. “Ah! You’re awake.” The same woman who dressed me last night bustles into the room. “You’re already late, my dear.” “Seven?” I ask, looking at the clock again. “Seven is late?” “The household starts at five,” she says, coming over and starting to make the bed while I’m still in it. When I head for the door in my pajamas, she makes a small noise of warning. I look back at her. “You’ll want to change, my dear,” she says. “This house dresses for its meals.” No one is downstairs in the hall when, dressed in tight fawn-colored pants and a silky green sweater, I walk down the stairs. I hear some noise at the end of the hall and push through the little door there. I blink in surprise as I suddenly find myself in a gigantic kitchen filled with people. There are mismatched tables scattered