CHAPTER 7

  "Bullshit! And why are you cleaning the plates like this?" Mrs. Linda yelled angrily as she touched the dish Elijah had washed

  "Why, Ma'am?" she asked, perplexed.

  She had only been working in that canteen for a week as a dishwasher and occasionally as a janitress, but her boss chastised her frequently.

  "Why?" Miss Linda exclaimed as she turned to face her.

  "You're still wondering why? Don't you know the difference between clean and dirty dishes?" It pinched her cheek.

  "I'm clean, Ma'am—"

  "Clean? Take a look at this!" Then a plate was placed in Miss Linda's hand and rubbed

  "Is that how clean you are? My white dishes are splattered with grease and stains."

  "Stupid! And you're wasting time and soap, is that right?"

  "Eh...

  "You idiot! It's nice to have your face rubbed on the plate!" Miss Linda raised her hand, slapping Elijah's face.

  "What is that, Linda?" But a large hand restrained her?wrist.

  "Why-" Mrs. Linda?was enraged at whom who?clung to her.