Sometimes We Need A Little Magic II
Maurice's POV,
Seven years ago,
Salads were in a pyramid, fruit and vegetable salad. Leftover barbeque chicken and turkey in one and beef in another and seafood had a different pile. There was so much left. In another, chocolate truffles and breadsticks were packed. I picked them all. All in more than one box. Mum would like to eat all this. I don’t know how she has been eating rice and beans for so long. I was young enough to change myself, but she was used to a lot of flavors and varieties. I wonder if she is eating anything at all.
“Boss, will we play the game again today?” Serena asked, packing up her bag after filling in the final dessert box. As jovial as I was to Mr. Buckley that he was serving ramen for everyone, I can no longer wish to stay
