Chapter
Twenty-Three
They got take-out fried chicken with biscuits
and mashed potatoes. Kristie insisted on a salad as well. Her diet
had been short on real vegetables lately and her body demanded
greens.
“Food first, or hot showers?” Jason asked as
they carried the food into the hotel room.
She wanted both desperately. And neither. Her
body wanted food and her mind didn’t want to bother.
“What’s your vote?” she asked.
“Food while it’s hot,” he said.
She nodded agreement. Jason helped unload the
containers and open them, but when they sat down to eat, his
enthusiasm for eating proved no greater than hers.
“It doesn’t seem right, does it?” she asked
him.
“What?”
“That we should be eating and enjoying things
like that, when Will is... I don’t know. Dead, maybe.” She had to
