“After my father died, the restaurant closed.” “Oh,” she mumbles sadly. “Did he go to sleep like my maman?” Shit. The kitchen falls into a heavy silence, and the change in mood is my fault. I didn’t really want to cover death on day one of my new job. It’s slightly concerning that she thinks her mother went to sleep, but maybe that’s how they explained it to her innocent mind. Who am I to complicate that? “Um…yes. I think we need some music,” I say to change the subject. Going into my backpack, I pull out my portable speaker and place it on the counter. After connecting it to my phone, I pick
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