Chapter 1
Setting his sketchbook on her dresser, she threw her dress onto the bed. Pausing, Rose looked down at the boy in her room. In her room! Moved to comfort him, she stepped around and crouched down next to him, putting one hand on his arm, and the other on his shoulder, "Mr Killian, I'm so sorry. If there had been someone else that could have helped you, I'm sure you would be in a better situation. My father being who he is, I really couldn't have helped you any other way. As soon as I can, I'll excuse myself from the table and with my father being none the wiser, I'll be able to help you get home." she tried to lift the pitch of her voice to make that last part sound easy and no trouble at all.
At that moment, Rose heard footsteps in the hallway. Her heart jumped up into her throat and she squeaked. The footsteps stopped at her door and there was a knock, "Ms Walsh?" It was cook, Mrs Martin.
"Coming." Rose called nervously. She looked down at Noah before moving to the door, she felt sick. Perking up slightly, she got an idea. Tossing off her hat, she slumped and opened the door a few inches, not enough for the wiry woman to see into her bedroom. Mrs Martin was in her late forties, and had been cooking for the Walsh family since the war. They hadn't needed a cook, but Rose's mother wanted to employ whoever she could, and Mrs Martin had stayed after Mr. Walsh had returned home. Her blonde hair was turning white, and was always pulled into a loose gibson girl hairdo that was out of style, "My apologies, Mrs Martin, I'm not feeling well." she said, putting a slightly pained note to her voice in an attempt to sound ill, "I'd prefer to stay in bed this evening, if you could tell my father for me."
Mrs Martin huffed and shook her head, "Dear girl, your place is set and your father is waiting. You're not even dressed!"
"Mrs Martin, I'm not feeling well." Rose said again, trying to hide her irritation at the dismissal of her false explanation, "I can't come down. I came home from the park early and fell asleep. I hoped the rest would help me recover, but I still don't think I can come down to dinner. Please let me sleep, and I'll see you tomorrow." she said gently, moving to close the door.
"Well, Ms Walsh, I'll leave a plate in the kitchen for you. Have a good night, dear." Mrs Martin patted her arm before turning and going back down the hall.
Rose closed the door with an explosive exhale and leaned back against it, a nervous giggle escaping her at her good luck. From her place at the door, she looked back to Noah and frowned in worry, what to do now?