Edith stumbled down the hall, trying to recall what she was supposed to be doing. Maybe she would just go home, and she'd figure it out later. Her shift ended an hour and a half ago.
Her manager had approached her earlier as she was just about to wash her hands and leave for the day. An important person needed to be served in the largest dining hall. He paid top dollar and wanted only the best-- the best server they had to prepare and serve a special meal. He'd even brought the ingredients.
He was just a teenager with a gory rucksack. Somehow, after a moment, it didn't bother her. She prepared the odd hunk of meat, a lamb's heart, he said. She could almost swear it was still beating. Silly... It must have been that terrible earache distracting her. It didn't bother any more though. |