Pointing at the kitchen, Neal Thompson loudly questioned.
Clenching her teeth, Yvonne Watson said, "No, I think, for special circumstances, accommodations can be made."
"Just because she hasn't eaten, that constitutes a special circumstance?" Neal Thompson sneered, "Then what about the other soldiers, who were punished, forgot, or for various reasons didn't eat? Can they all just come over? Do we still have mealtime regulations in the cooking class, or should we just provide food all day long?"
"Not..."
The voice of argument weakened a notch.
Yvonne Watson furrowed her brows tightly.
In Neal Thompson's eyes, there was simply no such thing as "special circumstances."
Meanwhile, Flossie Wright, her ears aching from the argument, finally stood up from the stone bench.
She dusted off her hands and stepped forward.
"Flossie!"
She opened her mouth to speak but before she could say a word, a cheerful and hearty voice interrupted her.
