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Chapter 10
Chapter 10
I’m about ready to explode.
Give me strength….
If they don’t stop bickering soon….
Ben picks up a menu card and pulls a face. “The menu’s a bit bland, isn't it? I thought you go for
something more adventurous.”
Michael, blank-faced, looks up from the table. He has dozens of small name-cards laid out, moving
them around as he works out a seating plan. “Like what?”
“Well, plain roast chicken? Why not say, chicken kiev? It’s a bit more interesting.”
“I set the menu,” I say. “It's not everyone who likes garlic. And if people do want something spicier they
can choose a sauce. Or anything from the standard menu for the restaurant. But I happen to know from
Michael that at least a couple of the older ones in your family have delicate digestions. So, I opted for
chicken, plain.”
He curls a lip. “I still think it’s a bit unadventurous.”
“It’s too late to change it now,” I snap. “All the supplies are in. I've chosen a menu that will be easy to
serve to a lot of people. It's the first time the kitchen has served any amount of food and I want it to go
smoothly. It’s almost the practice run for the Open Day next week.”
Ben at his most truculent is a trial I can do without. He squares up on me. “And you know something
about a hotel kitchen, do you? And how to run one?”
“As a matter of fact, I do. I....”
Michael interrupts. “If you two don't at least try to be polite to each other, I swear I'm going to bang your
heads together. You.…” He jabs a finger at me…. “Calm down. And you....” The finger swings on
Ben.... “I'd have thought my own brother would give me a bit of support for my own wedding day
instead of being deliberately obstructive.”
Then apparently embarrassed by his outburst, he stamps out.
Ah… Crap….
I offer a tentative hand to Ben. He takes it without a smile, tugging it down in a short stab of a shake,
then he also marches out. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.
Death, divorce, moving house and weddings….
The most stressful of all life changes….
In the corner, Richard has watched all this in silence. As Ben’s footsteps retreat out of earshot, “He’s a
contrary son of a bitch, isn’t he, that Ben. Nothing like his brother.”
I don’t want to say anything. Biting on my tongue, I simply shake my head.
Richard nods understanding. “I’ll go and see if I can calm things down a bit.”
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