บท 164: Delusional Whims

Myorka was in a tranquil sort of rage that was far scarier than any insults or punches she could have thrown. She said nothing, except when asked about the baby, and that was when she would merely nod and say that everything was all right.

"I don't have time for this," Serenica said, for she was genuinely fed up with all the dramatic antics that her crew pulled on her. The bookkeeper was pregnant, of course, but that did not entitle her to do as she pleased.

"Is he all right?" Myorka asked, her old soft manners returning.

"Aye, he's already whining there, so I think he will be safe."

"Are you all right?"

Serenica shook her head. "Not at all. I feel like a pot that has been stirred for far too long."

"Do you need a break?" the bookkeeper asked. "Honestly. Just tell me what to do, and I will take on your responsibilities."

Serenica thought about the suggestion for a moment.