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    From Scratch (Chapter 3)

    Once breakfast was finished, Andrew and Peter having come downstairs to greet the trio and devour their own start to the day, Helena told her children to brush their teeth and get dressed while she showered. Leaving her hair to dry naturally, small curls and waves slowly forming, she brushed her little girl’s hair while Nicky mocked them in brushing his own with one of Leah’s doll’s tiny hairbrushes that just about fit between his index finger and thumb. The little boy soon tired of watching them, however, and bounded happily downstairs to see what his uncle was doing.
    Following her mother back into the other guest bedroom, Leah watched her apply her make-up, perching on the edge of the stool before the vanity table there and staring into the mirror. When Helena’s eyes met hers, almost a mirror image in themselves, she smudged her lips together, spreading the lipstick there, and asked her daughter, “Want some?” Leah was quick to nod and, as they often did, leant up for her mother to kiss her lips, transferring a light layer of barely visible lipstick over. The little girl mirrored Helena’s earlier smudging, blending the colour in a little better, and smiled to her mother before leaving the room and heading downstairs. 
    After blow drying what was left of her damp hair, Helena allowed the curling mess to hang freely as she joined the rest of the house downstairs. Finding the living area empty, she headed through to the back garden, instantly seeing the children both lay in a handmade hammock, Peter gently pushing them as they pleaded to go higher. Andrew was sitting at the garden table on the phone, and Helena joined him, offering him a smile when he saw her approaching. He was quick to put the phone down, however, and when Helena inquired as to who was on the other end of the line, answered, “Dylan, just confirming plans.”
    Nodding, Helena asked, “When will she arrive?”
    Andrew shrugged a little, “An hour, maybe. I’m going to run out for some ingredients in a minute, I was thinking of making us a Greek-style pasta salad, will the kids eat that?” 
    “Oh, Nicky will eat anything,” Helena stated, “Leah’s a little picky, but she should be okay with that. She likes pasta.” 

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