Chapter 40
Ric’u made sure my diet included everything our child would need—meat, meat, and more meat, the rarer the better. There had been one particularly upsetting occasion, however, when all I wanted was potato chips.
Fingerling…
I glared at the big green goop over my shoulder, but didn’t acknowledge his gentle insinuation into my mind.
You have to eat. Here, try this, it’s very tasty.
He proffered something that looked as if it had been deep-fried, and would be nice and crunchy. Suddenly my mouth began watering.
I extended my palm but got a better look at it before I could touch it. This is an insect! A…a locust, or a grasshopper or a…
Cricket. Yes. He popped it into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. Nice robust flavor. Here. He offered me another one.
Oh, no! I clapped my ha
