Sandy smiled as she strolled up to her room. Took a shower and came down again. She headed towards the kitchen. Looking for her mother.
"Hi, I thought you were off today?"
"I am. Have you seen my Mom?"
Glenda pointed to the large walk-in fridge.
Sandy nodded and headed towards it. "Mom, I won't be…" She grimaced and stopped talking when she entered. Staring at her mother, and at the raw meat in her hand. "What do you think will happen if some else enters this fridge?"
Susan wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and ogled her daughter. "You want a piece?"
"No thanks. I'll have mine cooked, thank you. I won't be here for the day. I'm going to Skeerpoort Valley."
"Oh, to Pete's farm. You fancy his granddaughter?"
Sandy puckered her lips and smiled at her mother. "Maybe." She started walking out of the fridge. Stopped at the door and turned around. "Put that back before anyone sees you."
Glenda put a plate with steak, baked eggs, and toast on the kitchen table, when Sandy came out of the fridge. "Rare, like you like it. I suppose your mother won't join you?"
Sandy shook her head. She thanked her and sat down to eat.
The staff was not allowed to eat with guests in the dining hall. One of La Croc's rules. The Lang's provided their personnel with two meals a day, as long as they eat it in the kitchen.
As Sandy cut into the soft juicy steak, pink fluid leaked from the piece of meat on her plate. She put the chunk of meat into her mouth. Closed her eyes and chew on it tardily. The toast was dipped into the pink juices that puddled up in the plate – not wasting the best part of rare cooked meat.
Glenda peeped at her and smiled as she watched how Sandy enjoyed the food she prepared for her.
She lowered her eyes, when the tall woman came up to her and thanked her again for the meal.
"The pleasure is all mine," Glenda said while intertwining a string of hair round her finger. She loved cooking for this woman and she loved how she enjoyed eating it.
She watched her leave the kitchen and sighed loudly. What a gorgeous piece of woman. She closed her eyes for a brief moment. Her face dulled when she opened up her eyes. Sandy hadn't even noticed her.
Susan clapped her hands together. "Come on people! An hour before the breakfast gong goes!" She peeped over Glenda's shoulder. "Stop daydreaming and get to work, honey. We can't let twenty eight guests wait for their meal."
Glenda pulled herself together and carried on preparing breakfast.
Donald entered the kitchen asking for his breakfast and sat down at the kitchen table.
His wife joined him and took a seat next to him. "Have you been smoking again, Don?"
He nodded without looking at her and played with the fork lying on the table.
Susan puckered her lips as she stared at him. "You know I can't stand that smell on your breath and on your clothes."
Glenda placed the plates with steak, baked eggs, and toast in front of the two elderly people.
"Will my daughter be joining us?"
"No, Sir. She already ate."
"She's visiting Pete's farm with his granddaughter," Susan announced.
"Oh! It's about time we give old Pete a visit too." His eyes fixed on the piece of rare steak at the tip of the fork. He put it in his mouth and introduced it to the taste buds.