Chapter 88: Never Felt A Feeling Of Comfort
"Gods damn it woman at this rate there won’t be any food for us left!" A man suddenly yelled startling me from where I was busy peeling the yam.
Still startled, I glanced up at the man only to see him staring at me angrily. The man was a tall man with broad shoulders and broad shoulders. He was also entirely coated in a sheen of sweat which was no doubt as a result of labor and he stood glaring down at me as though I had insulted every single one of his ancestors. I noticed that everyone had stopped working, they were also waiting to see what was going to occur next.
"Okay, calm down Lars." One of the men who was busy chopping woods said with an exasperated sigh.
"Calm down?" The man called Lars asked in disbelief, "She’s been peeling that yam for ages and she’s not just peeling it, she’s chopping it off! She’s wastin’ more than she’s savin’." Lars said his accent thickening with each words.
"I’m sorry." I mumbled an apology.
Lars snorted at me. "Yeah, that seems to be all you are good at isn’t it, just mere apologies and empty promises."
"Alright Lars that’s enough!" Martha stated with a note of finality in her tone.
Lars swallowed his words, shooting me one last glare before he turned and stomped off to where the rest of the men were. I stared down at my hands where I had tiny cuts from where the knife cut into my skin as I tried to peel the yam. I had no idea how the women put up with this, it was a strenuous tasks. I mean hand me a knife and I can slice all the vital points in the human body but somehow, slicing a yam turns out to be the most difficult part ever.
Heather bumped her shoulder with mine. "Don’t pay Lars any attention, he just becomes really grumpy when his stomach is empty."