With her mouth full of meat, Rosalind Green stopped chewing when she heard Mr. Tate speak. A wave of shame washed over her. She'd already eaten so much meat, so caught up in the rare treat that she'd completely forgotten about her son.
After finishing the piece in her mouth with a conflicted heart, Rosalind Green didn't take any more meat. She stuck to the potatoes, even though she was dying for more.
She couldn't take meat away from her son. She was already failing to provide for him; what kind of mother would she be if she ate his food too?
"There's no need to be so frugal with the meat," Adrian Hawthorne said calmly. "When this is gone, I'll just go hunt for more in the mountains."
He wasn't one for scrimping and saving when it came to food. Rather than rationing out a tiny piece of meat with every meal, he believed it was better to eat your fill all at once.
