Hey! I'm back after a week's absence. If you were wondering, my midterms went quite well. Except for the parts where my brain totally froze…

Chapter dedicated to:

My brand-new baby niece! A healthy little girl, Katelyn Hope! She is so adorable! But then, I am a bit biased…

Solace-Flower: Glad you like it so far. And updates are Wednesday or earlier if I finish them sooner.

LittleCountryDragon: Yes, well, math is gross. And update Wednesday is resuming normal schedule.

AKAFredandGeorge: Yes, yes, back to food. Anywho, your review sounds like a multiple personality disorder, I tells ya, you both need to get your own pen name. So, yeah… the governor is… not gonna say! HA! Oh, btw, love the British-type talk, made me smile.

CAPTIN Matey Sparrow: Yay! Another review from you! I thought you might be one of those people who review once or twice and are never heard from again, but I'm so glad your not! I love getting reviews, they brighten my day.

I would like to take this opportunity to point out that in chapter 12 govn'r is used as a term of respect, not an actual governor.

On to Ch. 13…

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Bridgewood was a beautiful place. The sheer size of it was intimidating. Katrina was directed by a footman to the kitchen's back door where she was told to ask for a Mrs. Milton. Upon entering Katrina espied a formidable looking woman chopping vegetables at a long work table in the middle of the kitchen.

"Mrs. Milton?" Katrina asked.

"I most certainly am not." The woman said in a booming voice, looking appalled. "And I'll thank you to leave me alone." She carried the chopped vegetables to a pot of boiling water, completely ignoring Katrina.

"Don't mind her." a woman farther down the work table said. "Tha's how Melissa always is. And who might you be?"

"Oh, My name is Katrina, I'm new here."

"Of course! You must be the new help. By the way. you can call me Millie, Mrs. Milton sounds too formal, and there's no sense in standing on ceremony, is there?"

Katrina was surprised, this woman looked to be too young to be head cook. She looked only to be in her late twenties.

"You can help peel the potatoes for today's dinner." Millie motioned to the far end of the table where a young woman with dirty blond hair was peeling a large pile of potatoes.

Katrina walked over to the girl and accepted the knife the girl handed her with a smile. "I'm Katrina." She said, reaching for a potato.

"Rachel Bandel." The girl replied just as a young girl of about two with white-blond hair and large deep blue eyes came running up to her, shrieking. "And this is my daughter, Seraphima, we call her Sera."

"Hello, Sera." Katrina said dropping to her knees so she was eye level with the little girl. Sera hid her face in her mother's skirt. "My name is Katrina, can you say Katrina?"

Sera peeked out from the skirts she was clutching to. "Trina?" She attempted.

"N-no." Katrina was shaken by the little girl's effort to say her name.

"You'll have to for give her, she isn't very good at pronunciation yet." Rachel explained.

"It's alright." Katrina reassured her. "Let's try this, Sera. Kat-rina, Can you say Kat?"

"Kitty?" Sera ventured.

Katrina laughed lightly. "Sure, Sera. You can call me Kitty."

Sera gave her aradiant smile.

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Note: Sera is pronounced like Sarah.

I know, short, but I got it up on a MONDAY! Mebbe I can get another up by Wednesday, to help make up for last week.

Reviews are as good as Applebee's chicken fajita roll-ups!

Sneak peek for next week goes to the first person who can correctly tell me where this line comes from:

"Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I'm being repressed!"