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Nathan Fouts
A Meal Before Leaving
She turned nervously to watch him. The smacking sounds were intolerable and she
wondered with more frequency than ever why she was still with him.
"We're not even sure if it will be there."
"I know. But you know this is what you want... the guys aren't going to let you
out at this point. You've been planning it for so long, and all."
She secretly wanted him to go no matter the danger. She did love him, whether
she'd admit it or not, but she wouldn't mind it if he and the rest of the crew
died of scurvy a few months out to sea. She was pretty sure that couldn't happen
anymore, but it didn't stop her from envisioning the empty vessel being ironically
found by a large cargo ship transporting oranges to America.
She packed his lunch and vigorously washed his thermos. While he wasn't watching,
she rinsed the thermos a single meager time to allow some soapsuds to remain and
slightly taint his iced tea. He'd be mildly disgusted by the taste, but continue
to drink it, which would manifest itself later that afternoon as another of his
ulcer episodes. She grinned as she poured his tea.
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