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The kitchen at arrow house never seem to stop, men Mr Shelby men always are always in constant need to be fed. They did work hard Dove supposed. But really waking up before four in morning to make Sucd and love-Lock, Johnny Dogs, Isaiah, Doe and unlce Charlie, that’s ones that had made Introduction there a load more, all with there fucking tea and biscuits she might scream or curse give them something that make ill not seriously ill just enough to keep them in their beds or few days or so; she might get alie in. Dove did owe Arthur a favour, so she’d just have too put up with it- or they house hire a new cook they do this part of the job- kitchen staff all made it clear that this what new hire did- told that this part of paying one dues ‘you can’t expect these type of wages without being up be for Dwan. That’s right the one Mose nose had said we all had to do it-Dove, what type of name is Dove anyway?
so this life until arthur and his younger brother started communicating again. And it mr Shelby or his family/household where under attack. She could see Arthur reach out any time soon.