23—Poppies in WinterEvidently, Emi did not sleep as well as usual. When we three walked into the kitchen the next morning, Kee Sun looked at her and scowled. “Smiley, yeh look like the demons have been chasing yeh.”
Emi frowned her most ferocious frown, and her neck turned pink. “I... could not sleep.”
“And yeh, there, Falcon-girlie?” the cook asked Toumi, who was slumped against the big wooden cutting table.
“Stomach ache,” muttered Toumi, though I couldn’t think why the previous day’s work would upset anyone’s stomach—thankfully, it had just been chickens, not a pig or another cow.
Kee Sun grunted, and then gestured toward me with his cleaver. “Well, at least Bright-eyes here looks like she’s had a good night. But since I don’t want none of yeh slicing off any of those fingers o’ yeh
