“Are you sure there isn’t something in particular you would like for supper?” Julian prods, as if he can sense I’m not being truthful. “Well…” I should just tell them what I want. If they haven’t felt offended by my recent display of hunger, then they probably won’t care if I ask for what I’m craving. “I wouldn’t mind some steamed shrimp and crawdads, if they have any on sale.”
