“Food touches!” Lincoln heard his mother say. “The world touches!” After about twenty minutes, Eve leaned out the back door and told the boys to come say good-bye to Grandma. Eve looked frustrated and angry, and she’d been crying. “We’re going to Wendy’s,” she said to Lincoln. “Do you want to come?” “No, I’m full.” “I’m not sorry about anything I said,” she said. “It was all true. You are rotting here.” “Maybe,” he said. “Maybe I’m ripening.” Eve slammed the back door closed.
