Lira laughed so hard at me. She was almost crying while laughing. She threw her head back with no care and laughed so loud.
“That’s not how to do it,” she said.
“That’s not how to take the scales of a fish. You didn’t even hold your knife in the right way, Sophia,” she said.
I looked at her. I was laughing too.
“Is this position better?” I asked her, trying to handle my knife properly.
Lira and I were on kitchen duties. We were taking the scales off dozens of fish. Yes, I now did most of the work that other slaves did. I was eased off my labor. I was hardly separated from doing difficult duties like I used to.
I could say all thanks to Queen Mother. It’s been about a week since the feast. It’s been about a week since I last saw Clint. I have to admit, I did miss him. I wanted to see
