Sarah Jane was starting to be a little less nervous, though however much she knew she could trust Vince she was still out of her comfort zone. For so long the girl had been forced to rely on herself, and always believed that one did not get something for nothing. Quite shockingly the girl did help around the house she was well trained in housework and even cooking. The reason being that before her Nan had died Sarah Jane had been taught to do her chores and be responsible. It was likely this and her determination that had meant that the girl had survived so long.<br/><br/>The girl certainly did not understand what was happening, or indeed what happened, she was apparently something ‘special’ yet she could not believe it.<br/><br/>When Vince watched her eat much of her food went to Horlicks, some she stuffed in and the rest was kept for later. Sarah Jane was used to living more than hand to mouth it seemed. And some of her more feral qualities remained. It was obvious that it had been some time since someone had looked after her, and also her wounds were  still painful. However hard she tried to hide it.<br/><br/>Occasionally Vince caught glimpses of the girl that should have been when she blushed perhaps or her eyes met his for a little too long.<br/><br/><em>Shudove<br/>Woodove<br/>Cudeove<br/></em><br/><br/>When the phone rang Sarah Jane frowned she had just finished walking Horlicks in the park.<br/><br/>“Yeah …Wot da ya want?” then she almost felt Nan at her back, “Sorry …can I take a message or samfing.”<br/>