CHAPTER THIRTEENOdette sat at the lunch table hunched over her tray of food. The meal before her looked less than desirable, but considering she was starving she’d have to make due with what she’d been given. Odette ate a spoonful of mashed potatoes and discovered that they didn’t taste so bad. Seeing her indulging in her food and having finished eating her own, Leslie found herself still hungry. Some of the ladies sitting at her table offered her some of the food on her trays but she declined their offerings. f**k those bitches food! She wanted whatever that b***h, Odette, had on her tray.
Leslie wiped her mouth and then her hands off with her napkin. She then balled it up and dropped it into her tray. All eyes were on her inside of the chow hall as she made her way down the asile toward
