Sarah hummed as she sharpened her favorite butcher knife and glanced over her shoulder. Smiling, she said, “Too fret, dear. Dinner will be ready on time. And I have you to thank.”
Turning back around, she paused and ran a finger across the knife’s blade. “Ow.” She pulled her thumb away and sucked on it as she turned to the family dinner. “You see? We all have to give a little for everyone to enjoy their meal.”
She crossed to the table where a young woman was tied down and whimpering.
Sarah shushed her. “Easy, dear. You’ll make yourself stringy.”