Chapter Thirty-Eight. Jessie.
As the flames had licked out of the grill, I had jumped back, shocked that I had burnt the lamb chops, so badly they had caught fire. I had burnt my hand, as I dragged the grill tray out, in an attempt to douse the flames. Dropping it on the bench, the fire catching the roll of kitchen paper, and before I could blink it had caught the long string that sat on the side of the kitchen blinds. Diana was on her way up here, and there is no way I wanted her anywhere near this small fire, which seems to be increasing by the second. In less than a minute, the flames are to much for me to control with my damp tea-towel, and I have no other option but to get the apartment block emptied of people. I run out of the kitchen, closing the door, in a bid to contain the fire
