Humphr

The cold air from the rink slowly faded, replaced by the familiar

campus pharmacy. I walked straight into

layers in half-gear and fi

from hunger. In my past life, I had starved

to the hot

glass, looked up. "For Boy

the metal rail. "No. F

ked, startled

th extra gravy," I pointed at the heavy-duty m

, draining funds my father had provided-funds

d trays, the heat of th

d. Their eyes tracked the mountai

d. A double portion, even," a girl

uy in a hockey

like flies, but for the fir

eammates usually held court. I walked to a quiet corner booth

a hundred stares, I

my mouth. I closed my eyes, chewing slowly, letting the shee

tray, my movements pr

er. The whispers in the room

ill in his under-gear, his face dark with impatience. He scanned the

ty wrappers, the second burger in my hand, and the

hesitation. Seeing me sit there, ignoring him completely, seemed impossi

ped a fry into the gravy, a

ke, set the cup down, and let

sfying meal I had ea

hem to the trash bin. The entire cafeteria watched