Chapter 15 · free to read
He asked. He did not take. I have thought about the difference every day since and I have never got it to hold still.
Sixty-one days. One wok. A house sold, a chest emptied, and a book I swore never to open.
Cook first for the one who cannot pay. That was the whole recipe, the last thing she ever gave me. And this morning I have to open a book that says, in my own name, exactly who on this canal cannot pay.
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