"There is bread dough in there to shape into loaves and put out for the second rise," Angus said. "And pasta dough to cut into fettucini for lunch. And salad fixings. Oh, and peaches to make a peach tart. Take your pick." He laughed. He had enough chores to keep most of them busy all day, and he appreciated the help. He still had laundry to do and cleaning spells to set in place to clean the house, beds to make, dishes to do, and a host of other things on his list.
"Can I ask again why you were both studying last night?" Robert asked Brian.
"My wife was polishing her apparating prowess with her wand. I didn't want her splinching herself, so learning how to sign seemed like a better alternative than continuing to bring her back from the dumpster," Brian said.
"Khaat," Robert went over to her and pulled a chair up to sit beside her. "You know, I do know what it feels like to be overwhelmed. And living with no past with people you don't know in a world you don't remember gives you the right to be overwhelmed. But--trust me, you'd be even more frustrated out behind that dumpster again. I think you keep going there because its the oldest memory you have. When the weather clears, would you like to see where you grew up? Some of your favorite places? We could make that happen, you know. And if there is anything you think you need, even if its just a breath of fresh air, all you need to do is to let us know." He brushed her cheek and kissed her forehead softly.
In that instant, she saw him, standing in that dark evil room. He was speaking to her. She could feel his love. She remembered of not being able to touch him, but she heard his words. "Its a choice, Khaat. You have to choose," he had said, lovingly, deliberately.
"Khaat," her mother said, sighing. "I remember that moment. You chose us. You chose life. I'm glad you're remembering a little, but all you really need to know is that you could have made another choice and you chose us." Khaat looked at her father. That memory was stil painful for him, she could see.
For Robert it made sense that she was filling in pieces of that awful day with Barker. It was the first thing she had remembered, after all, but he was going to be glad when the memories began to broaden to better things.