C H A P T E R 51 - Sam.

Arthur packed up his books, his homework done now that I had spent the last half an hour helping him with it. It had been rather awkward doing so here, but there was nothing that I could do about it at this point in time. I could only hope that things would get better and that this feeling would pass, because it wasn’t pleasant. And as much as I wanted to pretend that it was purely because of where we were, I knew that it was not. There was a lot more to consider than just our surroundings.

As it turned out, Elijah had been busy making lunch when he had been in the kitchen, and thankfully, he hadn’t insisted on us all eating together and at the same time. There was a lot that I could manage, but that wouldn’t have been one of them. It would have been uncomfortable, and the sandwich that had actually been nice, would have tasted like cardboard.

Arthur was still packing his books away, and I decided that I would take the plates to the kitchen. That way, I would be able to find out fro