Bishop's Opening (Part 4 of 4)

By R.S.A. Garcia

The attendants set little bowls shaped like flower petals in front Sebastian and Olly. Steam drifted upward, redolent of fresh herbs and a hint of lime. Bits of white flesh speckled with green seasonings, and rolled dumplings floated in a golden broth.

"You must be hungry by now," Sticky said. "I made this fresh earlier today. But of course, you know that. I dropped an entire pot--"

"This is mom's fish broth, isn't it?" Olly said in a low voice, staring at the delicate transparent bowl.

"Her favourite," Sticky's voice was gentle and Sebastian's heart pinched at the melded love and loss in his expression. "The Bishop has a fondness for it as well. I make it often for him."

"Why do you call him the Bishop? Isn't Bishop his name?" Sebastian asked.