Nevaeh was lost on what to do after Dale had left. It was another day of pondering and being unusually idle. There was nothing for her to do in this vast house other than taking her short cooking lessons with Mr Simon, which she hoped could last a little longer.
Nevaeh watched as Mr Simon moved around the kitchen. His skills were remarkable, and his strength was undeserving of his age. It was as if unmatched youth and vigour flowed behind his middle-aged form. It was astonishing.
"You must have been physically active." She asked as she watched him move the double door refrigerator with so much ease.
The man paused before returning the refrigerator to its rightful position. He turned towards her, handing over her ring, and with a smile, he briefly replied, "Yes, madam. I had served in war."
Served in war? She wondered what that meant.
