Food, f i n a l l y. Her shift was over and the sounds her stomach was making had become louder as the hours that passed. She should eat more, the thought of food usually was her last. Something always more important seemed to get in her way. So, as soon as her food had arrived not a minute later had she almost eaten all of it. When you sit in front of her, Marlene rolls her hues and puts down her tea. ❝ What’d you want?❞









