The Hypogeum Ch 06 07
CHAPTER SIX ‘The beginning of knowledge is the discovery of something we do not understand.’ – Frank Herbert The wooden table she remembered from her dream was piled high with food and Alma could feel her mouth water as her eyes roamed over it. Boiled ham, wooden bowls piled high with mashed potatoes, cabbage and carrots. She could see a joint of beef, carefully cut into thick slices, medium rare, just the way she liked it. There was a huge glass bowl full of trifle sat by a large square...