Three days had passed since the Gravehowl incident.
My mom came home early from the Lab seeing that it was a Saturday. As soon as she entered the apartment, I heard a sound of amusement coming from the door.
She hurriedly rushed into the kitchen without taking off her shoes.
"Lamb?! Is that Lamb I smell? Please tell me it's Lamb!"
I knew her favorite food had always been roasted lamb and mashed potatoes since I began to read.
"Yes ma'am, I ordered some food from the restaurant up the street on 14th. I'm glad it got here just in time for you". I said turning around to meet the gleaming, big eyes of my mother.
She had dark circles under her eyes from a lack of sleep, rumpled clothes and a shaggy appearance. How could you blame her, she has been working overtime since the Gravehowl incident as new patients and laboratory tests kept pouring in.
