Inside my room, I tried to eat.
But the smell of the biscuits turned my stomach. Strangely, I craved something sour or tangy. I settled for a few bites anyway, forcing them down until the nausea eased.
A knock sounded at my door.
I opened it to find a chubby lady staring at me.
Her eyes moved slowly from my head to my toes.
“Good evening. How may I help you?” I asked politely.
“You help me?” she scoffed. “You should help yourself first. Don’t keep people waiting next time.”
She dropped a package on the floor and turned away.
“Arriving late and acting important,” she muttered as she walked down the hallway. “Rubbish.”
I shut the door quietly.
Who was she?
I picked up the package and locked the door before opening it.
Inside was a neatly folded uniform.
Two pairs of trousers. Tw
