There was a delicious smell of freshly baked buns in the dining room. Thea took her place at the table opposite Eugene and eagerly attacked the food, as if she hadn't put a crumb in her mouth all this week.
In fact, it was almost like that. Because of the wound, she could hardly eat properly, so all the food was prudently crushed to a state of mashed or juices, so that it was easier and more convenient for her to swallow. And what a relief it was to finally sink my teeth into this pleasantly soft bun body, to be able to chew with my own teeth.
She took thinly sliced avocado slices and put them on top, making a sandwich. This was her special bliss, as she loved avocado since childhood, while many did not understand its nutty-buttery taste. It was their omission, so she sincerely believed.
A little later, they were joined at the table by Adeline, who arrived at the appointed time, which they agreed with Eugene.
