âJust keep kneading this dough until it is smooth,â instructed Amethyst.
âWhat is âkneadingâ?â asked Alexcent.
âYou keep pushing it with the heel of your hand,â said Amethyst.
âHow long?â he asked.
âUntil it gets smooth and soft,â she said.
She showed him how to do it the right way. Leaving him with the dough, she went over to check the broth. It needed to boil a little more. Meanwhile, she chopped the potatoes, zucchini, and carrots. She also diced some spring onion to go with the broth.
âHow is it going?â asked Amethyst.
âHow is what?â asked him.
âKneading, is it doable?â she asked, âAre you having fun?â
âI donât know,â he said, âItâs weird.â
âWeird?â asked Amethyst, curious.
âIt is soft, and smooth, and white. It feels like human skin,â he said.
âWhat?!â exclaimed Amethyst and burst out laughing. âDonât get lustful over a dough! Bring it here.â
âHow dare you?â joked Alexcent, âWho is even getting lustful?â He brought the dough over to Amethyst.
Amethyst added the potatoes in the broth first. They would take the longest to cook. She waited for the broth to come to a boil. She took the dough from Alexcent and tore small chunks of the dough and put them into the broth. âSee?â she said, âYou tear small chunks and put them in the broth to cook. Can you do it?â
âI will try my best,â he said.
âHere, give it a try,â she said holding out the dough to him.
Alexcent tore a small chunk, but the dough was sticky enough to get stuck on his hands. He was shaking his hands to get it off his fingers, hoping it would get unstuck and drop into the broth to no avail.
âAsh,â he said.
âWhat?â Amethyst turned to find him struggling. He had shaken his hands so hard that the dough had flown into his hair, some had landed on his shoulders, too. She burst out laughing.
âUgh, itâs sticky,â he complained.
âWait, donât shake your hands,â she said, chuckling. âHold still.â She picked the pieces of dough from his hair and shoulders. âYou are impossible!â she teased, âI will do it. Give me the dough. Pass me the chopped vegetables from there.â She gestured to the plate of vegetables on the table.
Alexcent grumbled and passed her the plate. Amethyst poured all the vegetables into the broth and seasoned it with salt and pepper.
After a while, Amethyst said, âHhmm⦠Looks like itâs done. Smells great!â
She took the pot and placed it on the table in the kitchen, âCome and sit down, Alec.â
âYou want to eat here?â he asked.
âSure,â she said, âItâs better to eat it while itâs still hot. Come.â
He walked over to the table and sat down opposite to her. âTry it and tell me how you like it,â she said as she took her share in a bowl.
Alexcent gingerly scooped a spoonful and ate it. He furrowed his brow.
âHow is it?â asked Amethyst.
âItâs⦠slippery and⦠soft,â he said.
Amethyst laughed. âIsnât it chewy?â
âDo you like this?â he asked.
âYes,â she said, âDonât you?â
âI donât know yet.â
âI like it very much,â she said as she brought another spoonful to her mouth
They ate in silence. When Amethyst finished her share and looked at Alexcentâs bowl, she found the vegetables and cooked dough still in his bowl. He had only eaten the soup. He always tells me not to be picky with my food⦠and nowâ¦
Amethyst found it amusing that even Alexcent had something that he couldnât finish.
***
That night Amethyst changed into her night shift and laid down on the bed. As she closed her eyes she was reminded of the maid and the baby she had encountered in the afternoon while taking a walk. She remembered what she had said to her. âThere might be many more days that might be rougher than today,â she had said, âJust donât give up.â What she hadnât said was, donât run away like I did.
She hadnât exactly come to this place out of her own freewill, but she had indeed used it as a place where she could run away from her life. She had been a mother. And she had wished to leave everything behind and disappear.
She felt guilty and felt like she was a bad mother. These thoughts kept hovering in her mind, and it was a long while when she finally fell asleep. Her dreams were restless. She wore a frown on her face.
In the dream, she was in Amethystâs body, standing in the middle of the living room. There were crumbs of biscuits on the table and chair, the clothes were strewn all over the floor and the toys were scattered haphazardly. There was a pile of rubbish at the corner of the room that hadnât been taken out for days.
A shadow formed under her and started to grow huge. The shadow was so huge that it turned into a dark figure that yelled at her: âInstead of whining all the time, why donât you quit that work of yours and focus on the house? That would solve everything!â
Thatâs not it. Iâm just asking for a little helpâ¦just with the dishes, or taking out the rubbish, just a little bit of helpâ¦.
âAre you the only person working? Everyone else lives the same way. Everyone else is doing it so stop acting all high and mighty!â yelled the dark figure.
I just want you to understand that Iâm facing challengesâ¦
âAnd you should give mother a call. And visit her. Must I remind you? Why canât you act like a real daughter?â
Then should I act like your sister? Should I sleep in, refuse to cook and just eat what is laid out for me and neglect everything?
âIf youâre that sick, then go see a doctor! Really you are such a vicious person.â
When do I even have the time to go to a doctor when I have to do everything? And is it a crime to fall sick? I just want some words of comfort. Just your wordsâ¦
âWhat is wrong with the house? I need to rest once I come homeâ¦but look at this, what do you even do all day?â
I want to rest too. After work, Iâm tired too. I hate my suffocating life. I want to run away.
Amethyst groaned in agony in her sleep. Alexcent woke up, startled by the sound, and looked at her. She was tossing and turning and groaning as though in pain. She was covered in cold sweat, and tears were streaming down her face.
âAsh?â he called gently.
âIâ¦want⦠run away,â she mumbled.
âAsh,â said Alexcent, a little louder, âWake up.â He tried to shake her awake. âAsh!â