Chapter 57: Who Killed the Chickens?

At work, I saw Arnold in a different light. He doesn’t know Ira talked to me and told me his secret, now I know why he came running to the woods that night, it wasn’t to find me, it was to run away from the responsibility.

If only glare could burn, he would be turning to ash right now.

“Why are you looking at him like he took something precious to you?”

I almost jump and let the stick of the mop I’m holding hit the floor when Uncle George suddenly showed up behind me.

“Why are you here, Uncle George?” Uncle George was just the same height as me, he has black hair and round eyes that weren’t big but also not small, his charming smile makes the ladies in this town go back to his restaurant. I also thought he put lip gloss from time to time and that’s cool, he made it so the ladies won’t be dismayed when they saw him get out of the kitchen and go to their tables to ask them for some feedback.

“Why? Am I not allowed to walk around and just stayed in the kitchen? But this is my restau