Anita sighed, looking at him over the rim of her cup. “You have to think before you speak.” Dorian could always tell when she was disappointed in him. Her accent got thicker, and her dark eyes glinted with the words she’d probably have said if she didn’t work for him. For this part, he clutched his cup, savoring the feeling of the hot ceramic against his skin. Anita had taken one look at his face and then sat him down at the kitchen table, putting the kettle on and then proceeding to make him a cup of tea just the way he liked it. She’d sat with him and waited, and eventually the whole story had come pouring out. Sometimes Dorian was worried about the fact that he was a grown man who spent his time going to his cook for advice, but he’d barely ever had a mother, and Anita was as close as a mother figure as it got for him. So he’d told her everything and sat there while she’d scolded him for his bad behavior. It hurt, but he knew that she was right. His words and attitude had been terrible, but the thought of Andrea working either of those kinds of jobs had made him upset.
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