Miriam spoke up, sliding another plate over to him. "Here's yours, dear." Jack gave her a warm smile, taking it gratefully. "Thanks, Miriam." She beamed and nodded, starting on the soup. Her fingers were thin and long and they had a small tremor to them as she began to dice the tomatoes, bending over her task. "Of course."
Avice was quiet, before she recalled something in excitement. "Miriam found people to help us rebuild the house!"
