Chapter 8 – Part 15


George didn’t answer right away. He pushed himself off the ground. To everyone’s surprise, he was heading toward the center of the room, where an immobile, octagonal table sat. There was a seat on each side. George’s duffel bag was beside the table along with wrappers and empty packages scattered across the floor.

Reaching for his duffel bag, George stared at it dejectedly as he took out the only food left in the compartment: a sandwich. Then he unwrapped it, his hands trembling, and took a bite.

For a while, he ate quietly without looking up.


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