Amelia had enough work to do with dinner, let alone to be interested in some cleaning of the sewer. It was not to mind why Helena stood beside her and apparently prepared a salad, but decided it would be safer not to comment. She didn't want the girl, who was twice younger than Amelia and could be her daughter, to know how nervous and unnerved she was. Amélie, however, had no idea that Helena was as nervous and frightened as the lady of the House.
When Amélie turned off the blender and stacked the meat on the plates that swallowed the meat juice and added a scoop of mashed potatoes, which Helena had decorated with a basil, Amelia smiled against her will. Helena looked up at the taller, elegant lady who had untied the kitchen apron and hung it again on the hook behind the microwaves.