The Green Dragon Inn - Part 4

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"Fancy stomaching a bacon butty, Derufin?"

Cruelty, thy name is Aman! he groaned.

His rebellious stomach roiled at the thought of bacon, dripping with grease, and slathered in brown sauce, pressed between two thick slices of Cook’s white bread. Derufin clutched his middle as the waves of impending revolt increased.

Standing up carefully from his chair, he leaned for a moment on the table as his head spun. Cook came over, a look of concern on her face. More for the cleanliness of her kitchen floor than for me! he thought briefly as he waved her off.

‘Tell Aman I’m done in for the day. Vanwe can handle the start to the attic clean up with her. I just don't think I ca . . .’ His barely audible whisper trailed off as his face, now shiny with sweat, turned a ghastly shade of pale green, and he clenched his stomach tighter.

He moved quickly, then, knocking over his chair, and made for the kitchen door at a dead run.

Cook followed after him and shut the door securely as he exited. Buttercup, her eyes first gone wide at the scene, frowned at this action. Cook answered her succinctly as she went back to her skillets filled with eggs and sausages.

‘I don’t want to hear it if he doesn’t make it to the “facilities” in time!’