A Boy Named Sous: Excerpt from Part One
The Chef whirled to face Thomas, “Just out of culinary school? Are we hosting interns now?”
Violet snickered, “No Chef,” she said, “He’s your sous.”
“What?” she said, walking towards Thomas, her movements as deliberate as a cat stalking a mouse. Thomas backed up, his hands in the air.
“Oh yes,” said Violet, walking alongside the Chef, egging her on. “Just out of school. Mrs. Kurt hired him today.”
“Were all the line cooks at all the diners in the tri-state area occupied?” asked Chef Surrell, advancing on Thomas. “Did they are spontaneously combust, or did this fine institution finally run out of cash entirely, to leave us to bring in street performers?”
Violet chuckled, “You’ll have to take it up with Mrs. Kurt,” she said, hiding her mouth behind her fist.
Thomas’s back hit the wall. “It’s only temporary,” said Thomas, confused why this black-eyed woman half his size was so incredibly terrifying. “I promise to do my absolute best.”
Chef Surrell stabbed a finger to Thomas’s chest, “You better believe it’s only temporary,” she whispered, placing a hand on Thomas’s abdomen, “because if you are here tomorrow night, I’m going to rip out your liver and feed it to my patrons as the special.” Surrell’s hand pressed against him, as if she was going to pull his liver out of his body right that moment. Then she turned and threw up her hands, “I am going to my office,” she declared to the kitchen, “and when I return, we will cook.” She pointed to Thomas, “and you will not ruin this night for me.”
Chef Surrell strode into her office and slammed the door shut, the blinds clattering against the glass in the doorframe.
“She’s intense,” said Thomas peeling himself from the wall.
Violet’s eyes grew wide. “Oh my god,” she said, “you don’t know.”
“Know what?” asked Thomas.
“Chef Surrell is a vampire.”