Betts sat at the table while Tommy prepared breakfast. “Do you cook?” he asked her.“Not much,” she said with a sigh. “I went from living in ... dorm to a home with Bill. He had someone who cooked for him and finding out the only thing I could make was breakfast cereal, he kept her. There just wasn’t any reason for me to learn.”“I started cooking about five years ago. I got tired of eating out most of the time. First, I got a slow cooker and found out how easy it was to make tasty dishes without. Sienna said nothing to me, just moaned as I guided her out towards the door I had entered from. I jumped when I heard the door open that my Uncle Tom had left from. He was back and I was caught."Except it wasn't Uncle Tom, it was Sienna's mum, Mary. She snapped at me, wanting to know what I was doing and obliged her by telling her I was going to go bathe Sienna in my bath. Mary said that she would take care of her daughter. She wanted to say more but didn't. It was then that I realized she too. A shiver wentthrough me as I realized the helpless situation I was in. When I didn'tmove Ms. Abigail yelled "NOW!"That caused me to jump and walk slowly towards Ms. Violet. I was shakingwith fear. She grabbed my arm and propelled me through the door fromwhich she had entered the room. I could feel the strength in the grip shehad on my arm and a feeling of hopelessness descended on me. She draggedme down a long corridor and turned into a room. It contained a singlestraight back chair, a table. Mop and rolling bucket in hand, he swung back out into the public space. Sliding along the wall, he pushed the bucket and kept his head down. Official people, people with nametags dangling from their necks were scurrying around the area.Jeremy spotted a door that read "Private." Casually he stepped through the doorway. The door closed gently behind him on an internal spring. Still pushing the bucket, he walked as fast as he could down the corridor, past featureless offices with digital setups..