"Miss Wonka, would you try this for me please?" Chocol stood beneath me, his arm outstretched with a perfectly rounded piece of chocolate.

"Of course I will! Haven't I always?" I took it from him and ate it. As soon as I did, I was overcome with a strange feeling. I instantly forgot all about the tragedy of my parents, and the pain of it was gone.

"Do you like it?" Wonka appeared out of the back room.

"Um… wow. What happened? It's… gone."

He walked over and put his hand on my shoulder. "My recipe is specifically designed to cause a chemical reaction in the brain which temporarily relieves painful remembrances and tragedies." He sounded so professional when he said this; I had never heard that in him before.

"Oh, I see. Is there any chance that you could make more of it?"

"Of course! I have 20 more waiting to be eaten at the right time. I have perfected it now, so I can make it anytime you want it."

"You just never cease to amaze me do you? Thank you so much, you don't even know how much this is going to help me. It may even allow me to actually let go of my memories permanently." I wanted to kiss him, but I couldn't because Chocol was standing there and would surely say or do something in response.

"You are always welcome." He took my hand and kissed it, which made my heart flutter slightly. That didn't happen very often anymore, since I had become so used to his presence. After this he turned and walked out the door. He liked leaving an impression when he left anyplace, even just a room, and he was very good at it.

"Ooooh, someone's got a thing for Mr. Wonka's touch." I knew Chocol would say something.

"Maybe I do. So what? I have every right to."

"I guess so."

"What do you mean?"

"Oompa 70 has a thing for him too you know. She just can't say anything because she is an oompa loompa. Most of the female oompas do. They find him handsome in some way I guess." This took me by complete surprise.

"Are you serious? Oompa 70?"

"Why do you think Mr. Wonka's suits are always perfectly tailored, and ours aren't?"

"I never thought of that. I would never think of that! She doesn't seem like she would feel that way."

"She hides it really well. She is the best secret-keeper out of all of us."

I had to go talk to her now! This was amazing! "I'm going to go talk to her, woman to… female oompa." I wasn't as good at leaving an impression as Mr. Wonka was. You had to give me credit for trying though.

I went into the main sewing room, and found her frantically sewing one of Wonka's jackets, which needed embroidery updating. "Oompa 70? May I speak with you?"