Only then did I venture from my room for the first time in two days.
My first destination… the kitchen, where I found Micah cleaning up after having made something that smelled like deep-fried seagull droppings. I hadn’t eaten a single spec of food for two days and suffice it to say, I was ravenous and even deep-fried seagull droppings would be a welcome meal.
Without saying hello, glad you came down or anything like that; Micah simply said, “Micah remembers her first love. We met buying fish. He was from West Graz and Micah’s family from East Graz, so right from da start we were cursed.”
I interrupted her by saying, “Micah not right now. I’m not in the mood.”
She gave me an understanding grimace, followed by, “Micah understands,” and then asked if I was hungry.
