I licked my oily, salty fingers with glee.
William was beaming, massively satisfied.
The crowded restaurant buzzed with
small talk and canned music. I’d have
loved to place another food order, but
my mind swarmed with lurid scenes of
starvation. I needed to raise more cash.
I thought of selling some items at the
pawnbrokers. Mother had taken me
along when I was younger. I remembered
the drill. I’d be able to pawn some of
Mother’s jewellery, maybe her special
dress watch. We wouldn’t raise much
cash, but we’d be able to eat. The matter
was settled. Feeling reckless, happy, I
ordered more fries.