nd went down to the kitch

was at the stove. She was fryin

iggins," Cressie said

her hand away

urled. "Mr. Banks requested a specific

bacon, the fluffy scrambled eggs, the

oo much weight," Higgins said sm

lood rush to her e

o the stove. "Make your own oatmeal

was perfectly prepared. It was

d at the

. It wasn't a loud snap. It

the platter of

doing?" Higg

e. The food slid off-bacon, eggs, toast-into

Higgins lunged, b

e said, her voice deadly

going o

ssed for work. He looked at the emp

greasy finger at Cressie. "She's hysterical! I told her sh

. "You wasted food? Do you

Cressie said. "And your s

ly," Ellsworth corrected. "And she's right.

sided with the woman who

at him. Reall

Mrs. Higgins,"

om wen

Cressi

use

d retied it, tighter. "I'm going out fo

out of th

lsworth shout

op. She didn'

and told the driver to take her to a diner in Q

a milkshake. She ate alone in a booth, t

er face with a paper napkin. S

op. She connected to th

ed a new

screpancies in Liquidity Ra

ked her

red to the blinking cursor. "I'll a

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