Chapter 22
That evening, after a very hot shower that did nothing to relax my nerves, I sat in the living room while Xaero watched some ball game on the television while he literally ladled lasagna into his mouth. Apparently, Safiya had been horrified to learn that we had been living off of takeouts and cold-cuts ever since we moved here. So, instead of spending the day in some way Xaero had in mind, he had been made as an errand boy for Safiya as she cooked us batches of food that would last us until next week, taking it upon herself to now feed us.
It was good, and certainly tasted better than mine or Xaero's cooking. And judging by the way he wasn't puking, definitely edible, which was more than I could say for that awful dinner we had with the squid.
I took a bite of the fresh sprin
