7: Amber's Quest Begins

Amber again reached for the cabinet, squatted down, and peered inside, seeking Isis’s missing bowl but it wasn’t there. She closed the cabinet, straightened up, and began chewing her finger nervously as she heard Isis’s voice from the dining again, a voice that she was growing to dread.

“Amber” Isis called.

Amber hastened to the stove and turned it off before answering with a dry cracking voice, a result of the fear that had gripped her.

“Coming madam.” She forced her voice to sound brighter and repeated. “Coming madam.”

She couldn’t help but continue to chew her finger and she looked around again, nervous as she remembered a scene that had taken place right there in the kitchen some time ago when she had first started to work in Isis’s house. She and Isis were in the kitchen and Isis was showing her the lost ornate-looking bowl which then was sitting on the counter.

“This is my favorite bowl.” She said. “It’s from the king from when he had eyes for me. He pretended to be poor to