Old Tin Sorrows Page 24
by Glen Cook
From the kitchen Dean called, “Welcome back, Miss Maya. Dinner will be ready in a minute.” He never looked to see who it was.
Set me up good, they did.
Maya took my hand and led me down the hall. For a second I resented everybody ganging up on me. But I didn’t spend a whole lot of time worrying about it. Maya was there.
I was distracted.
