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“Of course.”

I go into the kitchen to make the tea – I won’t make her do that much – and then I help her prepare the tray.

“All right,” I tell Heather. “You’ll need to put everything on a tray and bring it out to me. You’ll set the tray down and remove the teacups and the treats. Then you’ll pour the tea. No spilling, though,” I wink at her.

“Okay,” she says. “I think I can do this.”

Chapter Six

Heather

What was I thinking?

There is no way I can do this.

I stare at the teapot and the teacups and the assortment of cookies and muffins and I really have no idea what I’m doing, all of a sudden.

A tea party?

The bath was strange enough, but now we’re having a tea party.

A fucking tea party.

The problem is that this idea makes me feel so very excited. I love the idea that I’m going to get to do something I’ve never done before.

Does that make me a freak?

In the world of academia, all I do is read, write, rinse, and repeat. Seriously. My entire life is a series of lectures and papers and research. I have very little time to myself, and when I do, I always feel

obligated to spend that time studying. It seems wrong to spend my free time actually relaxing when there’s always something that I could be doing.

But right now, I don’t need to worry about tests.

I don’t have to worry about theories or papers.

I don’t have to worry about classes or professors or deadlines.

All I have to worry about is making this tea and delivering it to Peter.

Yeah, maybe I can do this.

It’s not such a big request, really.

You’ve got this.

I prepare the tray carefully. I set the teacups and the teapot on the tray. Then I pick a little plate and choose a few of the delicate treats he has carefully set out. Apparently, Daddy Peter has quite the sweet tooth. There’s an assortment of treats to choose from: candies, muffins, biscuits, and even cookies. There are a few cupcakes, too.

Did he bake before I came here?

I think about choosing a cupcake, but then I stop myself.

What if he asks me to feed him?

What if he wants to feed me?

Muffins and cupcakes are messy. I’ll skip those.

Instead, I choose a couple of cookies and a small biscuit. Then I arrange everything carefully on the tray and take a deep breath.


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