Kathy nodded, managing to pick up a slice. It was cold, which made it less appealing, but even piping hot from the oven, she would have grimaced at it.
Or maybe she was making that face at her hands, which weren't doing so hot with the whole steadiness thing. She needed to find healthier ways to cope with trauma than subsistence eating.
She took a small bite. Chewed. Swallowed. Her brain reminded her of what was waiting for her in her room and her gorge rose. She fought it back. A long pause to see which would win and then she was taking another small bite.
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Date: 2017-11-06 05:43 am (UTC)Or maybe she was making that face at her hands, which weren't doing so hot with the whole steadiness thing. She needed to find healthier ways to cope with trauma than subsistence eating.
She took a small bite. Chewed. Swallowed. Her brain reminded her of what was waiting for her in her room and her gorge rose. She fought it back. A long pause to see which would win and then she was taking another small bite.
This could be awhile, Dante. Sorry.