"I am home, Tovah." I called out into my apartment. A cough rang in my ears. I walk into the room closest to the door. "Hey, baby girl, how are you feeling?" The eight year old looked up at me with wide, beautiful eyes.

"Better. Madame PropriƩtaire came over and gave me soup and medicine. She said I could go back to school on Monday." I sat on the bed that we usually share.

"Good," I stroked her hair. The doorbell rang. "I'll be right back baby girl." I kissed her burning forehead. I looked through the eye glass of the door. Oliver had come back. "Hello, back so soon?" He laughed a little and scratched the back of his neck.

"Heh, yeah. I was just wondering if you needed anything. When I left earlier I couldn't help but hear really bad coughing."

"Oh, that was my sister. She has a very bad cold, but should be better soon. Thank you for offering." I looked at the clock behind me. It was seven o'clock.

"Well, I hope she feels better. I guess I should go. Have a lovely night." He turned and walked down the steps.

"Oliver! Patienter!" I shouted and walked down the steps. He turned on his heels. "It is getting late. How about you stay for dinner and I can call you un taxi." He smiled a little.

"I couldn't impose." He shook his head.

"You aren't imposing. We have a very good soup going in the kitchen thanks to my landlord." I walked over and grabbed his sleeve. "C'mon." I practically dragged him inside. "You can leave your coat where ever."

Oliver's POV

I plopped my coat on a ragged and torn chair.

"Tovah!" I heard Thea call from the kitchen. In came a girl, no older than ten. "Hey, baby. This is Oliver." She introduced her sister to me.

"Hello Oliver. I'm Tovah. My real name is actually Theodora, but Tovah is my middle name and its cooler." Her smile beamed.

"Tovah is a pretty cool name. I heard you weren't feeling good." She nodded. "Well we can't have that, now can we?" I took her in the kitchen and sat in her chair. "Would you like any help?" I turn to Thea.

"Please hand this to her." She gave me a bowl of soup and I did as she said. Thea turned around with two more bowls in her hand. "Here you go!" She handed me a bowl of a very watered down soup. I smiled kindly.

"Thank you." I sat down and started the soup. We ate, shared stories, and laughed as hard as we ever could. It was nearing nine o'clock and Tovah was about to pass out from exhaustion.

"Goodnight, Oli." The sleepy girl said as she hugged my leg.

"Good night, sweet cheeks." Thea picked her up and placed her in bed. I reached for my coat.

"I called your cab before I put her down and he should be here any time now." I nodded. "Thank you for being so kind to her. It was hard being the only American family for miles." She chuckled.

"You don't sound too American, she does." I gestured to the door Tovah was behind.

"Our mother was American and our papa was French." She folded her arms in front of her chest. A beeping noise came from outside.

"Ah, that must be him." I said as I opened the door. "Thank you for the fantastic night and dinner."

"You're very welcome. Come over when ever you'd like." I waved awkwardly instead. I walked to the cab. I told him my address and he took me home.