She looks at me and the expression on my face. “No thank you, my boy, I think he will eat now.” she laughs at me, roughly handing me the plate. “My cooking not so bad after all?” she shouts over her shoulder on her way out. I look at the plate in front of me. It seems only the meat remains, the squirmy parts having disappeared, probably left looking for better living spaces. I pinch my nose, chomp down on big chunks of the meat trying not to taste but just to swallow. Grabbing the lukewarm water now and then, I finally take the last bite and swallow the last bit of the water as fast as possible.
The old lady walks in smiling, she grabs the plate and glass. “I will see you later with tea and cucumber sandwiches,” she says in a funny voice. I think she was trying to be funny, but she just s
