"Didn't I-" Abilene drew her hands back and hugged herself, shaking. "I could have sworn I- I want to be a baker, Rose, I- I had the good fortune-" She winced. Bad choice of words at the moment. "-er, I met And- Mr. Willaby, and he needed an apprentice and I needed training and that's it, Rose." She felt so bad, she ended up adding, blurting it out, "I'll quit, right now, if that's what it takes to make you believe me." She glanced back at Andrew, a lump in her throat.