Chapter 45 The spiteful

Commune means a group living together. The slaves shared all that they could and tried to make their living conditions as homely as possible. It meant taking turns and duties cooking for everyone. This had been an advantage Faith had taken to ill-treat Thomas. Thomas removed his hat as he greeted some of the elders and the people he lived with here and there sharing laughs. The line of food was long but not too long. Faith smirked when it was finally Thomas turn.

"Turf luck, the corn is finished." She told him. "So is the gravy and potatoes." Faith muttered closing the big pot and tying her apron.

"Oh, I don't mind sweet potatoes... if there is." He told her, trying to be civil.

"I'm surprised you'd want to eat anything that I have prepared..?!" She laughed.

"This is after all where the food is served, but why wouldn't I?" He questioned a little confused.

"I thought you said when we were kids you'd pretend to like the food I cooked."