Aftermorethananhour,Ibegantobelievetherewasnothingtoworryabout,asAstonlookedafterRichardinacoma,sonowIhavetimetodealwithmyfirstmeal.Idon'teatlong.Thehamburger'shandswerecrushed,too,andKeith,seeingthatIwasfull,cameinandsatinanotherchairnexttome,watchingmemotionless.
"What?"Isaid,themurkyvoicestaredforalongtime.
"Areyoufull?"Heasked.Iknewhewouldaskmefornutrition,sohesaid.
"Ifyouwanttoeat,gobacktoyourroomandeat."
Keithnodded.Yousee,Itoldyouhewantedtoeat.
ButwhenIstoodup,hereachedoutandgrabbedmywrist.
"ButIamhungry,starvingtodeath."Hesaidthatthisaloneisnotenough,andhegavemeacourtshiplook.
Youdon'thavetobeapuppy.Idon'tsympathize!
"Gototheroomfordinner,"Isaid,inastiffvoice.
Butthat'sall,Keith,heheardsomething,hegotup,pointedatme,putoneofhisarmsaroundme,closetomywaist,andsuddenlymadeafaintsound.
"I'mhungry."
Stopfuckingnagging!
"Yes,comeon."Finally,Iagreed.Notweakness,butannoyance.Besides,AstonwasnotinterestedinmeandKeithexcepthismaster,soIagreedanyway.