Chapter 18: How many would be saved?
There was usually some kind of drama or gossip at the table whenever the Quinn’s met for a meal. It could be caused by internal or external factors. Ever since the Raine cousins were married into the Quinn family, they dominated every meal time conversation.
It seemed, today would be no different. Everyone was familiar with Sweet Rowena. It was the only pig on the grounds of the manor after all. She was a succulent pig, raised on the expensive foods that were left over from the meals of the Quinn’s.
Over time, the pig had developed an expensive palate.
A few times, there had been jokes made about eating the pig but nobody had ever bothered to slaughter it--no one, until Sunshine.
"This is going to be awesome." Lisha Quinn laughed, biting into a pork burger.
Warren picked up some bacon with his hands. He was among those that wished to eat Sweet Rowena, after all, a pig raised on truffles, oats and cream parfait, barley with mushrooms, apple and beet cake plus all the other luxury meals it had ingested was bound to taste amazing.
He was right, Sweet Rowena was sweet indeed.
As the Quinn’s enjoyed the pork feast, they sent furtive glances Sunshine’s way. But just like the day before, Sunshine was more interested in her plate than the things going on around her.
"Sunshine.." Rowena screamed the name as she marched back into the dining room with the fury of a hungry, angry lion. "You..."
Sunshine put a hammer on the table and glanced at her aunt. "Choose your words carefully or Sweet Rowena’s blood won’t be the only blood I see today."
Everyone froze.