Chapter 23
“I’m not sure I can eat all this,” I mumbled when the waiter placed a plate with an open-faced roast beef sandwich with French fries and a salad in front of me. Why had I let Gail order for me? I put my elbows on the table to support my head that was aching terribly.
“Try,” Earl said decisively as he started on his own salad.
“At least try something,” Gail urged. “It’ll get easier as you go along.”
I looked down at my plate. It did look good. I picked up my fork and put a fry into my mouth.
“See?” Gail asked as she picked up her fork, too.
We waited until we had all started eating. I put one elbow back on the table and rested my head on my fist.
“So, why did she kick you out?” Earl finally asked.
“I offered to help pay for her daughter’s tuition at UCLA,” was all I could
