Chapter 67

• Cassandra laid her head down on the table lifeless. She yawns loudly, the contiguous thing making Louis yawn after her. He covers his mouth and takes a deep breath in, his other hand in the pocket. They were waiting for the simple corn starch soup to simmer and become an edible substance. He adds a few vegetables and the soul food was done in minutes.
• He serves her first, later serving himself two ladles worth of soup to himself. He adds in chilli oil and some vinegar for himself, carefully observing the girl reaching out for vinegar as well.
• He swats her hand, she looks at him with a sad expression. Her face made him feel guilty. The amount of guilt experienced by a good person killing a cat or something.