Gloria put a bowl of stew in Peter’s hands. “Eat,” she said.Peter raised the spoon to his lips. He chewed. He swallowed.It had been a long time since he had eaten anything besides tiny fish and old bread.And so when Peter had his first bite of stew, it overwhelmed him. The warmth of it, the richness of it, knocked him backward; it was as if a gentle hand had pushed him when he was not expecting it. Everything he had lost came flooding back: the garden, his father, his mother, his sister, the promises that he had made and could not keep.”What’s this?” said Gloria Matienne. “The boy is crying.””Shhh,” said Leo. He put his hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Shhh. Don’t worry, Peter. Everything will be good. All will be well. We will do together whatever it is that needs to be done. But for now, you must eat.”Peter nodded. He raised his spoon. Again he chewed and swallowed, and again he was overcome. He could not help it. He could not stop the tears; they flowed down his cheeks and into the bowl. “It is a very good stew, Madam Matienne. he managed to say. “Truly, it is an excellent stew.
– Kate DiCamillo –
The Magician’s Elephant
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