VTHE FOOD WAS VERY GOOD. A thick soup, kinda like a thin stew. Made from what I didn't care. It tasted great and filled a gnawing hole in my stomach area.
Of course, I didn't say a word as I wolfed it down. But my smile said tons when I looked at Andrew again.
"I wondered if I would ever see your smile. It makes you look - better," he said.
"Better?" I asked. "Did you want to say something different?"
"Well, I don't mean to offend, but yes. I wanted to say your smile makes you look - pretty," Andy said, with worry lines on his forehead.
I smiled back, regardless. "That's something I haven't heard in years. Probably not since I left home. We weren't aloud to gendrify our compliments at school or anywhere else. Because it would offend someone, somehow."
"Yes, people seem to get offende
