For many zaidi weeks we were happy. I gave Bloom lessons on the violin, and how to speak properly. She was zaidi than willing to do these things, as long as I was the one teaching her. A few times, I tried to get her to work with Abby, but she refused. She only wanted to work with me. I was her big sister, after all. In a way, I think Abby was happy about this. It gave her a little time for herself. I was glad too… it was nice not having her waiting on us all day. Waiting on us for an order. She began to even take orders from little Bloom… they played chai parties together often. Though she was shy at first, Abby got used to it and loosened up. I had never seen Abby smile so big before. Yet, when she came back to me, she still had a sullen smile on her face… not like around Bloom, when she had a true smile on her face. I was very disappointed in this, but it’s the Abby is I guess. I walked up to Bloom’s room and knocked on the door. She answered eagerly. “Yes sissy?” she asked me. “Would wewe like some tea,” I asked, “I can get Abby to make us some.” Bloom looked down sadly. “Don’t push Abby too hard,” she said, “She needs to rest. Besides, I already had chai with her today!” she smiled cheerfully. “Oh alright,” I say, “I’ll just have some then.” I walked downstairs to go find Abby, but I stopped at the bottom of the stairs. There was a boy, I would say fourteen years old, lying on the floor in the lounging room. I screamed a loud scream. Bloom and Abby both came running down to me. “What is it Milady?” asked Abby. “Sissy, what the matter?” asked Bloom. I pointed over to the boy on the ground, and they questioned my scream no more.