Jul 7, 2015
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SHE’S BEEN eating garlic bread for the past hour. Mother would be ecstatic to see her. Granted, she’s only been nibbling little bites, picking more than a bird, but...it’s progress. She honestly can’t remember the last time she sat down with a meal. When she’s allowed to eat in her room, she throws it out the window, barely touching it before feeding it to the worms. Annabel rolls the bread around in her mouth. How much can her stomach hold? Hardly a breadstick and a half has made it down there. Maybe another half won’t be so bad. She swallows.
