Chapter 7
Breakfast was not enjoyable, Esme complained as we walked back to our room to get ready.
“Was that oatmeal?” she asked.
“I think so.”
The “oatmeal” had been a sticky blob of gritty nuggets served in a ceramic cup. A saucer beside it offered a cube of white cheese, a pat of butter, and a boiled egg cut into quarters.
“We’re going to starve all day. Did you bring anything from home we can eat? I have a bag of walnuts.”
“How could I bring food when I didn’t expect to be here?”
Esme didn’t answer my question.
When we arrived at the dorm, we found that the other girls on the floor had gathered in the lounge to spread out fruit and bread brought from home. There was even a jar of blackberry jam. We divided the food evenly among ourselves and ate silently from the sofas and benc
