“By the time you’re done with that, lunch will be starting. Be sure the silverware is spotless. Got me?”
Jeff nodded as his boss described his tasks. He’d never understood the need to wash dishes, but he had bills to pay. Unlike his family, he didn’t like the idea of living off the land.
Still, silverware? Seriously?
He sighed. At least it wasn’t real silver. He didn’t know how he’d explain an allergic reaction to touching the stuff.
He was about to get started when the smell of raw meat made him drool.
This is better than being cold. Maybe.