It was delicious, which was bad because vegetarian food had to be really unhealthy to taste delicious. Wait—was it vegetarian? Fuckin’ A! The brown flecks could’ve been bacon—or some frightened veal calf with shattered legs trembling against its steel peg and collar, baying through snipped vocal cords. She felt pale. I’m sorry, piggy, I’m so so sorry, she thought, ashamed at her childishness, then appalled that she could consider her own earnest moral sentiments childish.
