Chapter 88

The following day, I headed to Foster Manor, where Mrs. Foster Senior lives, to perform a storytelling and folk music set. I took some time the day before to rehearse the pieces and ensure that I'd got them down. … On that Saturday, I arrived early and "casually" made breakfast for Mrs. Foster Senior. "You're such a thoughtful kid, but I told you that you don't need to make me breakfast. Your hands aren't meant for chores. Your performances are already tough enough on your fingers!" she said. Her gentle complaints were more comforting than any formal compliments. "It's only for today. I'm happy to see you like it," I replied honestly. I wasn't doing this to please her. I was doing this out of guilt. After my performance, Mrs. Foster Senior chatted with me for a while. Just as I was about to leave, I saw Sarah walk in, smiling widely. "Mrs. Foster Senior, Mr. Jackman is back, and he brought a woman with him. I'm not sure if she's his girlfriend." I froze for a moment. Gideon brou