As the days, weeks, and months, passed by, Yimmy knew something was bothering Cecily, but couldn’t quite put her finger on it.  Yimmy just sat back, day after day, eating a bowl of rice and vegetables, watching Cecily.  With each passing moment, the young former Amish girl became more preoccupied, her mind on something else, somewhere else.  Cecily used to not be this way.  She was a good worker, fun with the customers, accurate with the orders.  For quite a stretch of time, Cecily was getting orders wrong, taking food to the wrong tables, and making mistakes when telling Hans what to cook, seeming to be stumbling in her own thoughts, having a worse than bad time.

     One day, Yimmy got up when orders were slowed down to nothing, and she...

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