I gaze around at the exquisite entry hallway and grin on the inside. This will be great. The woman walks into the living room ahead of me and I follow, when I step in to this room it's much bigger than I thought. She sits down and gestures for me to sit down in the recliner next to hers. I do so cautiously and then I slump down into it.
       "Now, Luna, I know your name, but you don't know mine. My name is Molly." She says introducing herself.
       "That's a nice name." I say politely.
       "So tell me, what brought you to my little home instead of a foster home?" she asks.
       "Well, you were your house looked pretty nice to me so I decided, what the hell, might as well try it. And I can see that my assumption was right. Is it not?" I answer.
       "Yes you're right. But you are very lucky that your assumption is right. Because as you should know, not everyone is that way." She advises.
       "Yeah, I know. And thanks for caring but I'd really appreciate it if you didn't automatically assume that I'm as cautious as can be. Just because I'm fourteen doesn't mean that I'm absolutely stupid." I say showing her she can't stereotype my at all.
She looked down at the floor. And then suddenly she spoke up, "Oh you must be hungry, I was just about to make lunch. Is chicken parmesan okay?" she asks rising from her seat.
"Sure I could eat." I say glad she's off the topic. This will be easier if she's a fast learner to know her place. If I'm wrong about that part than it won't be hard to teach it to her. I grab the remote to the TV and turn it on and flick through the channels bordley.
       An hour later I sit with her at the table and we are both chowing down on the delicious chicken parm. she made. It was pretty okay considering I hardly know anything about her.
       Once we finish, she takes our plates and puts them in the dishwasher. I thank her we go back into the living room. I sit down in the recliner I sat in before. She doesn't sit down. Instead she says, "Well then, I might as well go and prepare a guest room for you." I nod and flick through the channels on the TV again and find "The Price Is Right."  I set the remote down on the coffee table next to the recliner.
       Twenty minutes later she comes back downstairs. "Okay, your room awaits you my lady. Second door on the right." She says jokingly to me. I grin at her, nod and race upstairs after grabbing my bag. I open the door to the second door on the right and my jaw drops and I stare astonished. It's huge, and beautiful. Inside is a full size bed on the left side of the room, a wardrobe on the right, just at the foot of the bed is a bookcase, beside the wardrobe there is a huge flat screen TV hanging on the wall, beside the bed there is a nice nightstand.
       "Do you like it?" she asks from behind me jumping me.
       "Are you kidding me? I love it!" I say turning around to see her.
       She smiles pleased that I'm happy with all of her hard work. "I'll leave you to get comfy." She says leaving the room. I walk in, set my bag beside the nightstand, and flop onto the beautiful bed. The blankets are the softest blankets I've ever laid on. The pillows are really big and fluffy. But not too fluffy. I curl up under them, and before too long, I nod off to sleep.
       Some time later, though  I'm not sure how much later, I hear Molly calling out something.
       "Luna! Luna!" she yells.
       I roll over and groan, forgetting my name is Luna. Then I suddenly remember and I roll out of bed and start downstairs. I turn the corner into the dining room and something smells delicious. I turn into the kitchen and Molly is in there cooking something that sizzles. "Hey what are you making?" I ask and sit down on a stool on the floor.
       "Cubed steak." She replies.
       "Yum. You have A1 sauce right?"
       "I certainly do." She answers and I sit down at the table and wait to be served.
       "Mmmmm sounds delicious." I say laughing as she brings out the plates. Then goes back for the drink glasses and beverage for tonight which is gingerale. Lastly she goes back one more time and comes back with the A1 sauce. I pour out some sauce onto my plate and cut the steak into bite size pieces. I take one on my fork and take a bite. "This is delicious." I remark politely.