This was the question that Saoirse hoped he would not ask. The short time she spent with her new family was enough to know her new mother. She was always seeking attention, mostly she tried to get it by crying in pain. Saoirse was nearly sure that she had never had a problem.
If Kirstine was about to eat, or she needed to dance on a ball, she looked like a she wolf in full of health. Even though she hoped Kirstine was hungry enough not to talk so much, the answer came quickly.
“I felt some headache this morning, and I asked Sister Anne to come and see me. She took a young one with her and let her treat me. After she massaged the balm into my temples, she turned around and hit my favourite bottle of perfume, which was directly from Italy. Can you imagine how expensive it was?”
“Mum, I’m
