Aunty Vero walks into the cafe, examining the well laid out tables with lily coloured table clothes on them, with verses of flowers on each. She nodes her head in approval as Aba, the new dine -in trainee stood next to the kitchen door, glaring into Aunty Vero's rounded eye glasses.

This wouldn't be the first time Aba has had such experiences of inspection. She remembered the experience at the Andrews household, were she spent her early years in Foster care. Mrs.Andrews was a teacher who knew how to deal with little girls who had already formed thier pattern of habits. She was a very patient woman , willing to teach you how to open up on every gory encounter. We all loved her as she not only was friend we could confide in, but also just knew exactly how to mentor each person. There were days the all girls household would line up to have thier laundry inspected for proper iron