“You will? What do you do with all that food?” “Store it,” said Miss Level. “But you—” “I store it in other people. It’s amazing what you can store in other people.” Miss Level laughed at Tiffany’s expression. “I mean, I take what I don’t need around to those who don’t have a pig, or who’re going through a bad patch, or who don’t have anyone to remember them.” “But that means they’ll owe you a favor!” “Right! And so it just keeps on going around. It all works out.”
