While Edmon showered, I looked for something appetizing to eat. I was getting so used to eating in restaurants or cooking that seeing all that frozen food was discouraging. Once you got used to eating it, you got into a never-ending cycle of only eating frozen food. I remember the first time I ate home-cooked food for a week. When I started eating frozen food again, I even felt sick. They were completely different worlds.
“Edmon, do you eat that stuff?” I shouted from the kitchen, hoping my voice would reach the bathroom. The wolves' hearing was acute, but it didn't work miracles either. If Edmon hadn't changed, he'd probably be bathing in hot water with a very noisy shower. When we were children, there was no one to get him out of the bath early. “Edmon?” I shouted his name, trying to c
