Bill was wrestling with his undercooked chicken. “Wow,” I remarked while examining my own plate. “I don’t think I can eat this.” “I know. It’s gross,” he conceded. “But it’s free, so I scarf down seconds each night.” “As a dog returneth to his vomit,” I said, while making the sign of the cross in the air in front of me. “Amen,” he agreed with his mouth full, and toasted me with his 7Up can.

Bill was wrestling with his undercooked chicken. “Wow,” I remarked while examining my own plate. “I don’t think I can eat this.” “I know. It’s gross,” he conceded. “But it’s free, so I scarf down seconds each night.” “As a dog returneth to his vomit,” I said, while making the sign of the cross in the air in front of me. “Amen,” he agreed with his mouth full, and toasted me with his 7Up can.

– Hope Jahren –

Lab Girl

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