Why does everybody hate Mondays? It's ridiculous, it's just a day. For Vick it was, since she didn't exactly rest on the weekends. The week could start on a Wednesday and it would mean nothing to her.

So this Monday, just like any other day, Vick set the oven so fresh and hot bread could be ready at eight o'clock. 'We need a kitchen assistant.' Vick said in a whisper before she yawned.

'I didn't fire Charlie...' Joseph said, reading the newspaper, but not really. 'Do you know when Hamish's birthday is?' 

'We need an assistant, I can't run on three hours of sleep.' She rubbed her face. 'Who's Hamish?' 

He looked up at her with a small frown. 'Hamish... the Holmes kid.' 

'Oh! Oh, yeah, yeah.' She said. 'No, I don't know, why?' 

'We could... send him a cake. That would be nice.' He said, looking at his wife taking out the muffin tins. 

'Yeah, yeah, no. No.' She turned to Joseph. 'We're running low on budget, we can't just give stuff away.' 

Joseph simply chuckled. He stood up and held the tins. 'Go open the front door. I'll take care of the kitchen.'

'Have you looked at my face? I can't receive people.'

'Just go.' He chuckled and kissed her cheek.

It was a while before Joanna got the call. She had been working steadfastly all morning, and by the time she looked at her phone, the voicemail message was two hours old. 

She listened with horror as Hamish' teacher detailed what had happened to her son. Running a hand through her hair, she grabbed at her jacket, before running off to find Sarah, to beg for the rest of the day off so that she could see her son, and take care of him. 

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