Platt was… shocked. "Unconscious…" he murmured, his throat choking with fear. And that too with Gordon?
"But you know that Twiny is such a twit. She had smoked weeds," the cook chuckled. "The ones she said she got from you."
"I— I don't supply weeds!" Platt countered, his face heating up.
The cook laughed. "Oh, old Platt! Don't deny that. Many out here know what you do to get those extra monies."
The young girl started cutting lettuce in front of her and said, "It is good that the General doesn't know about it. You should stop selling them."
