Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

"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.

and

lifted her head, her

I

Timothy's mind-a fire,

had

fault. You shouldn't

at Henry. "Miss Sheila went through a fire once. She's afraid of it. You're not to ask her to cook

voice urgent. "Timothy, it's not Henry's fault.

heart aching. "Miss Sheila, you're so afraid of

want

voice trembling. "Miss Sheila, you're too good to

legs buckled. Without

backpack. We're eating out

yard, Mabel was sweeping up leaves. When

had insisted she was simply Timothy's sister-in-law. Now,

What would people think?

Mrs. Carter found out,

open the car door,"

shuffled over reluctantly, opening the door with a

isn't home. Why didn't you make

about to explain, but Sheila spoke up first. "Timothy, you don't

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255