Rose hugged him back, actually seriously considering that option. Did Andrew have enough money to hire a maid? She'd love to boss someone around. But it would be a humiliation to admit that she needed help cooking. "I suppose..."

She was interrupted by a bubbling and sizzling noise coming from the kitchen range. She pulled back and rushed over. The pot with stew was boiling over.

"Oh... No, I..." She took the pot from the stove, burned her hands, shrieked, dropped it, and suddenly there was fish stew all over the floor.

She began to cry.