Fifteen
Taste of Thai, a restaurant in Low Town had amazing fried curry fritters. They were the best in the zone, in Grace’s opinion, but her ChefMate had made a nearly identical replica of the dish. Grace thought of the delicious little pockets as more like curry puffs than anything as chewy as the name fritter suggested. But she ate heartily nonetheless, dimly aware that her mother would be ecstatic to see her appetite returning.
The delicious spices and fried bread dissolving in her mouth was the closest thing to real pleasure that she’d experienced since waking in the hospital. And because her mother hadn’t had the courtesy to recalibrate the machine to a serving size of one person, it had made plenty.
Despite the delicious oil she wiped from her lips, Grace’s mind kept drifting bac
