Chapter 31

We sit across from each other in the busy little barbecue restaurant, the used plates between us, and I feel a hundred times better, if not a little too stuffed. I sort of regret the pie and donuts, but I had a point to make to him, and I was in no backing-down mood.

The walk here, the food, and the time to silently ponder it all have brought me down to a more even level of insanity. He’s kept his distance, not touched me or talked, but let me think until I had some sense of calm, outwardly at least. The food has almost annihilated my thoughts of anything else. My hunger was so ravenous that I focused completely on demolishing the food he bought me, trying to ignore his surprised yet affectionate expression while watching me eat. He hasn’t dared to touch anything on the plates I requested but has stuck to his own as though he knows I’ll most likely turn feral. This place is one of my favorites for take-out.

This hunger is rather worrying. I hope it doesn’t stay this way