"Mama! Mama! Look!" The 4-year-old boy giggled as he called out to his mother who is unpacking groceries.

"What, Christian? Not again!" Trisha bends down and tries to pull the cheese from out of her sons nose. He wriggles away from her and covers his nose with his hands while gurgling with delight.

"Christian!" Kayla yells as she bolts down the hall. "Ooh what kind of cheese is that?"

"Cheddar!" The two kids laugh and laugh and laugh. Trisha catches her son off guard and wrestles the cheese from his nose. "You can't keep doing this, sweetie. This isn't ours. It's for the women who live here. Okay? No more cheese."

"Kayla? Oh! There you are! Hello, Christian. It's nice to see you again. Oh, Trisha, you are an angel!"

"Mrs. Blissett, you are too kind. You know I love to help out when I can. And Christian and Kayla need each other." Trisha pulls Mrs. Blissett aside as the kids begin chasing eachother around the kitchen. "How is her mother doing?"

"She's getting better. The bruises are starting to fade. Hopefully that awful man doesn't come around here again. It's not good for Kayla to see her mom like that."

"I know what you mean. I wish I could do more for her. For all the women here actually." A solemn shadow passed over Trisha's face.

"Oh, honey, you do enough already-" She is cut off as the kids begin chanting 'Cheddar'. As Christian shoves more and more cheese up his nose, Kayla screams 'Cheddar' louder and louder.

"For heaven's sake, Christian! STOP!"

"I'll get the tweezers." Mrs. Blissett huffs in a monotone. "Again.."