“There, that’s better,”
Sandy said half an hour later when Paul came into the kitchen after
taking a bath and having a shave. “You look somewhat human
again.”
“Gee, thanks.” Paul’s
voice was scratchy. These were the first words he’d spoken in three
days. No, that wasn’t quite true. He’d had to call in sick Monday
morning.
“Come on, sit down. I’ve
made you something to eat.”
Once he was seated and a
bowl of something grey green and partially liquefied had been
placed in front of him, Paul wondered if whatever it was would be
better off being used to fill the cracks in the concrete on his
back patio. But having no resistance, he dipped a proffered spoon
into the gloop, brought it to his lips, gave it an experimental
sniff and then put the spoon into his mouth. Surprisingly wh
