48. Preparations

There were different sort of noises around me but it felt like I couldn’t hear any of it because of the awkwardness that surrounded myself and Christie in the kitchen.

The maid had only spoken two words to me since the beginning of the day and I couldn’t tell why. She didn’t look like she was upset with me but maybe her special ability was hiding her emotions.

Christie was my best friend, my only friend if I was being truthful to myself and the fact that she wasn’t talking to me bothered me a lot. In fact, she wasn’t even looking in my direction at all. Only pretending to concentrate on the vegetables in front of her.

I knew she was pretending because they were all properly diced but she refused to pack them up. Sighing heavily, I inched closer to her.

“I think those vegetables are properly diced Christie, you don’t have to completely murder them.” I said, using her words from once upon a time.

The smile that danced on the maid’s lips, broke a little of the ice and it made me smile