One Day, I Didn't Bring the Library

She sat on the other side of the table, dressed in the same fuchsia, pink and black polka dot gown she had been wearing the first, and last time he had seen her. Her hair pulled back in a harsh bun, stretched her unibrow halfway across her forehead, giving her a petual startled look. It did not help that she was smiling. Do you mind if I eat? She asked. And without waiting for him, she reached beneath the table and produced a rusted brass food flask. From this distance, one day could not see what was in it, but a decidedly foul and rancid smell filled the stuffy air of his compartment. The l