A Girl In The Golden Grass: Part 8

Swiftly, I toddled into mother and fathers room. Searching for the money jar, I was figuring out how much to to take without them noticing. Considering the fact I don't know currency in the city, I took 3 gold and 3 silver. I shoved the money into my bag, hopefully it will be enough to get me started as that would of bought; 4 loaves of bread, 8 haddock fish, 2 bottles of red wine, 1 bottle of white wine and a carton of the finest fresh orange juice from the traveling market. With this in mind, I shrugged and walked into the kitchen, throwing my bag under my blanket on my way.
"Hey Emeress." Sylvie called as she poured the omelet mixtures into 4 frying pans, where she got the pans from I have no idea. I thought we only had one!
"Hey Sylvie, did mum say when her and dad would be back from the station. I could imagine father jumping off of the train and mother running up then falling into his arms. Father works far away, mining coal and valuables. His wage is what keeps us afloat along side the farm.
"Dusk I think she said. Depends whether they are hitch hiking on some poor fellow farmers cart or not." Sylvie laughed as she flipped the omelettes.
"You don't flip omelettes!" I giggled as I watched her flip the other 3.
"Well I do and you only live once." Sylvie replied "lay the table will you?"
"Sure." I said as I opened the cupboard and grabbed 4 plates.
Gently, I placed the plates on the small wobbly table next to the coal oven. Sylvie nodded a thanks. Cutlery was never my strong point so I just put the fork on the left and knife on the right. Wine glasses where placed to the left of the fork and seasoning was in the centre of the table. Finally. The table was ready for the food.
"Hey twindles!" a bold male voice shouted. Father. I ran up to him and fell into his arms, a tear of happiness rolled down my cheek.