She looked down and realised her piece of toast was stone cold. The sight of that congealed butter on top made her stomach churn. I guess I’m done with breakfast…
“Let’s get you ready for a night on the town,” Evelyn said after noticing Clara needed more than buttered toast. “I know a great Indian place that will make sure we are not disturbed.”
“East or American?” Clara asked, to get an idea of what to expect.
Evelyn closed her eyes slowly and her face went neutral. She then opened them up and blinked several times before devising a reply.
“Society has moved beyond that,” Evelyn said. “So, I’m offering a taste of India tonight, along with a quick lesson on what might be inappropriate speech by today’s standards.”
“Oh,” Clara said as her cheeks reddened.