1. The Plain Girl: Chapter 3 - Lost in the Woods


    Date: 10/19/2014, Categories: Love Stories, Author: xreynolds, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    Zone as a special and exclusive world that only the two of them lived in. Somehow she started to realize that there was room for yet another. It had been a special world where love was just so generous and unselfish. It was a world that had been cherished by the both of them. It started to dawn on her now, that there was enough room there for anyone one who was possessed of the same disposition. She now knew that it was a much bigger place than at first she thought. Karla waved her cell phone around in the air, as if there might be any doubt that as soon as there was something to know, she wanted to hear it immediately. This is what sisterhood is all about. ‘And if that guy does her bad, he’ll wish that I was only an axe murderer!’ This thought had barely settled in when it hit her, ‘Here we go again! Karla! What the hell is wrong with you?’ This time however she just smiled to herself. Her sister was the best judge of character that she knew, and if this guy was okay with her, that was enough. Then she started to think about some of the characters that she had managed to attract, and she still survived. Shaking her head, she just chuckled to herself. Meanwhile, Karla’s smile had barely subsided when she turned her attention back to the evening’s work. She stared bleakly into the Carte with tonight’s menu. She was not looking at it like she ordinarily would – this time she looked into it, and it seemed like it was an empty space. The menu described with mouthwatering ...
    imagery what seemed to her now like so many tasteless, paper mâche replicas. She no longer got any satisfaction from preparing such things. This evening’s platter was supposedly her design, but she didn’t feel that anything of her was actually in it. She was becoming detached and bored with the entire process. Claire and Karla shared one world. This restaurant was the other, and it really didn’t have the grip on her that it used to. Something had to change. ‘Well, there are only so many ways that you can skin a cat,’ she reflected somberly . Then, as if suddenly some comic pixie jumped into her, she said out loud, “That’s it, next we have to work a cat into the menu.” She was exasperated. She had approached this work as an artist. Her appetite for learning seemed insatiable. The last several years was dedicated to exploring countless methods of preparation; French, Mid-Eastern, Eastern, Mexican - whatever. Now, having command of so much knowledge and so many skills, just when she thought there would be some satisfaction in the work, she started to feel as if it was just a masquerade. ‘The more exquisite the restaurant, the more elaborate the deception.’ Her mind went on as if driven. ‘If those patrons could actually see what goes on in kitchens of even the highest standards, they would eat from a can at home. The master in the kitchen was just a genius of chicanery.’ Karla was not one bit less tough on herself than she was on anybody else. At Donovan’s she had considerable freedom ...
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