Chapter 10Signature Tuna casserole awaited my anxious taste buds at Lentz Hall for the noon hour. Marta was actually eating hers rather than experimenting with it, but was having trouble seeing the food through the midnight blue lenses of her granny glasses.
“I don’t know how much longer I can live eating all of this dead fish,” she grumped.
“Would you prefer sushi?”
“That’s dead fish too. What would make lunch tolerable would be a bowl of granola, a pile of bean sprouts, plenty of tofu to go with it, and some fresh baked whole grain bread on the side. Instead they give us this.” Marta was having trouble buttering her white bread with a pat of frozen margarine. “Ah, screw it,” she said as the bread ripped, and she pushed her half-eaten food to the side.
“Now, again I’m not convin
