Chapter 27
ARLAN BARDOT
I smiled at the four year old that kept jumping up and down in excitement as his mother got him his favorite ice cream. And just because he looked so cute, I made sure to add a little extra to his toppings and his jaw almost hit the floor in anticipation and excitement. It was a sight to behold.
I chuckled and handed him his extra big ice cream. "Here ya go, buddy." I said and he squealed, saying a big thank you before dragging his flustered mother away and out of the shop.
I smiled again but as I looked at my employee, I felt that smile fade, left with a bitter tingling in my tongue and in the beating of my heart that reminded me how much of a bastard I was.
I watched her as she sold iced cream, as she smiled and gave everything that was required of an employee. But it did not take a soothsayer to know that she was sad and lifeless. Her eyes were dead and it looked like she was just a body that had to live.
