Even the difficult ones brought with them a sense of satisfaction. Oscar had taught me how to do the books and Martha had taught me how to cook ravioli and how to mix together a wonderful crème brule. My days spent with the Williams family, was both wonderful and surreal. Little did I know that my peaceful existence would soon change. It was a Monday morning, the weather was colder than usual and I opened the shop a little bit earlier, round about 7 am. As I opened the door I could feel a rush of cold air blow over my cheeks. No doubt today would be a quiet day. The community hated bad weather and it was always bad for business. I settled behind the counter with a book called Vanity Fair. It was written by some guy William Thackeray. He seemed ancient to me but Martha had given it to me as a gift and honestly since I read the opening scene, I could hardly put the book down. Every page was enticing me. Becky Sharpe reminded me a bit of myself, beside the fact that she attended a pretty nice school and had loads of people who believed in her.
