As he walked past, Lindley looked up from decorating a pie. Virgil wanted to complain, but noticed that Tirel had already turned his attention to a pile of onions. Lord Blackthorn is here tonight, and he likes his beef as bloody as his politics.” Go turn the roast and keep an eye on it this time. “But I made her promise not to give you anything if I let you keep your job. His fellow kitchen porters had expensive liquor bottles by them on the counter tops. Milly, the dishwasher, had a porcelain doll tucked in her apron. Pastry chef Lindley was smiling and wearing a scarf of Nujel’m lace. “She’s here for the dinner, but she visited us to drop off a few gifts.” Tirel made a show of his new knife. Lady Tessa made me promise not to fire you.”
Being an hour late for work on the day of an important dinner party didn’t help Virgil’s mood either.Ĭhef Tirel stopped chopping carrots and shook his head when Virgil arrived. The cook’s worries were confirmed when he fell in a mud puddle on the River’s Gate Bridge. When the neighbor’s black cat scratched him, Virgil Hassen knew he was going to have a bad day. We invite you to sit back and enjoy the next in our fiction series,
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