The Tutor
“When I was younger, I had a burnt on my leg; my mother nursed it with honey. It may be slow in healing, but it heals better and heals the scars as well.”
“You want me to get honey?” He asked tenderly and she nodded, “I will call Leo to bring some tomorrow then.”
“No need, I know my way around here, I can always buy from Mrs. Wicket.”
“Do you have to go through that trouble? Leo could easily get one from the mall.”
“No, I trust Mrs. Wicket’s, she gets it from the bees herself and it doesn’t undergo any process.”
“Fine then, whatever you say,” he kissed her hair again.
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