A Spoonful Of Spice
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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I'm going to be eaten. A frenzied shoulder shake jolted me from my sleep. I sat up suddenly wincing as the baby in my belly gave a swift protesting kick. My niece chummy stared at me with wide eyes eaten. I spluttered. What are you talking about? Her eyes welled. I put too much co teaching in the offering. I sucked in a deep breath, steady, lower your voice. What were you doing making the offering as a priest's wife? It was my duty to cook the daily shrine offerings. Go Geagea. Our house spirit had enjoyed the same meal at the same time, every day for centuries. You were supposed to wake me as usual. Tommy stared at her feet. You're so tired all the time now. I thought I could make it for you. I rubbed my eyes. Did you follow the recipe at least? Her voice wobbled. I didn't look at the recipe. I flopped backward onto my pillow. Why not? I moaned, recipes were ancestral gifts meant to bestow wisdom upon naive bumbling descendants. Chamie crawled onto the bed, snuggling into my side. You never use a recipe. I caressed her head, jaxa. I've been cooking the shrine offerings for years. I know them all by heart. She burrowed her head against my shoulder. Do you think he'll use a spoon to eat me or he is not going to eat you? He tossed sushi akin to a well, she pointed out. Your uncle Suk spat on a shrine. He deserved it. I realized that didn't sound comforting