88. The Tragedy

Baka’s eyes burned as Emily sliced onions beside her. The tears falling down her cheeks made her face itch and she wanted nothing more than to wash it. But she continued cutting meat into tiny chops.

“You’re crying,” Emily laughed, shaking her head at Baka. Her face was as clear as day.

“And you’re not. You never cry. How is that possible?”

Emily shrugged as she sliced the onions faster. “I’m not immune, you know. I just have more endurance. Both my parents were chefs. I use to help them a lot in the kitchen.”

“I didn’t know. Did they own a restaurant?”

“Three. Ever heard of The Garden of Eden?”

“You mean the one from the bible?” Baka teased and Emily made a face. “Alright, I’ve heard of it.”

They were quite famous. Her parents lost everything. Restaurants were one of the first establishments to go out of business during the war.

Carlton appeared in the doorway just then, followed by Eugene. His eyes landed on Baka immediately with a broad smile. “Something smells good. I’m famished.”