Lyvia was glad that Elliot did not try to force himself on her in the first few nights of settling in at the cottage. There was too much to do anyway. Elliot was busy with getting the farm set up while she was busy…well..learning things that she apparently didn’t know how to do. It seems that she can’t cook, she can’t sew, she can’t even tidy up the place properly. Elliot was not in the least mad about it. In fact, he had been patient and had taught her how to start the fire, how to make a stew and how to prepare the ingredients for a stew.
She tried to cook lunch again while Elliot was out, buying some cows and goats to bring back. She was certain she did it the exact same way that Elliot taught her. However, it became a horrible mess of a sticky, disgusting mush that looked like mud fr
