"A wolf?" Jane Sampson burst out laughing, "Since when did James Black get that nickname?"
"Today," Peter Gingery shrugged, "You didnât see him training someone earlier, he was as fierce as a wild wolf. Otherwise, why do you think I would leave all that delicious food at your place uneaten?"
"I didnât coax him," Jane Sampson said, noticing that James Blackâs attention wasnât on her, she added haughtily, "Who would indulge him anyway!"
Peter Gingery snorted at Jane Sampson, "If youâre so capable, go say that to his face."
Not capable.
Jane Sampson gave a toothy smile.
"What are you two whispering about?" Yvette Quick asked, sitting between Jane Sampson and Peter Gingery with a wine bottle in hand, shaking it at them, "Come on, letâs cheers, just a small sip for you, little Jane."
Jane Sampsonâs alcohol tolerance was almost nonexistent, so Yvette Quick didnât plan to have her drink muchâjust a touch of the glass and a couple of sips, to participate in the spirit and atmosphere.
"When have time, big sis will take you shopping," Yvette Quick said as she tipped her head back and took several gulps before setting the wine bottle on the table and smiling at Jane Sampson, "James Black keeps a tight leash on you, doesnât he?"
Jane Sampson nodded repeatedly.
How to describe Yvette Quickâs personality?
If Jane Sampsonâs temperament could be called mischievous, then Yvette Quickâs would definitely be wild.
As a child, Jane Sampson would climb onto roofs to steal bird eggs, while Yvette Quickâs child self would be beating up kids from this house today and that house tomorrow. Despite being a girl, she fought fiercely, had a spicy personality, but was also fiercely protective.
The memory that stuck with Jane Sampson the most, and for which she was the most grateful to Yvette Quick, was one year on her birthday when there was nobody from her household to keep her company. Bright Sampson had called her from a board school to wish her a happy birthday but couldnât come out.
Nina Rice was sent to tutoring classes after her grades dropped significantly in the last monthly exam. That day, Yvette Quick brought a cake to the Sampton Family looking for Jane Sampson, who had a pitiable birthday alone at home practicing piano without even cutting the cake. Yvette Quick dragged Jane out of the house and took her to the biggest night market food court, where they walked around for three hours.
That was the first time Jane Sampson ever ate without any reservations.
Spicy, cold, sour, sweetâshe ate it all.
All the things on the street were things Jane Sampson had seen and knew about but had never tasted. That evening, she tried everything on offer.
Many things, she just bit into to taste and passed on if she didnât like it. If Yvette Quick saw she wasnât fond of something, sheâd take it from her hand, raise her arm, and throw it into the trash can, and then sheâd lead her to the next stand.
Since childhood, Jane Sampson hadnât been in good health, and everything she ate was strictly controlled.
That evening, Jane Sampson finally discovered the multitude of snacks at the night market stallsâhow many different and contrasting delicacies there were, some that smelled mouth-watering but didnât taste great, and others that didnât smell as pleasant but were delicious.
That evening was also the first time Jane Sampson tasted alcohol. Although Yvette Quick let her sip just a small mouthful, it was still so strong that tears streamed down her face.
Later, she truly cried, but she was crying and laughing at the same time, hugging Yvette Quick and thanking her over and over again.
When Yvette Quick took her home, she even bought a bunch of medicine to prevent diarrhea and gastroenteritis. However, those medicines ended up being unnecessary, since before dawn that night, Jane had already developed a fever.