TIME HELD NO MEANING as I endured one visitor after another. Each time, I heard their approach and identified them by scent without turning. Mostly, they entered, stayed a while. Sometimes, I only received a pause in steps or inhalation at the doorway. Once or twice, they tried to talk to me. I didn’t respond.
When food was brought and left, I didn’t look at it, didn’t eat it. The only time I spoke was to ask to use the bathroom, mostly to get an untainted drink of water from the tap. My throat had begun to shut down, and I knew if I didn’t drink I’d be in trouble, so my pride had to be swallowed for that one.
On his later return, Jonathon tutted at my uneaten food. When asked why I hadn’t eaten, I remained mute. I figured he was smart enough to figure that one out on his own.
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