I sat there and watched Julia eat her disgusting calzone. There is no attractive way to eat a calzone. The Sbarro smelled like fried dogshit, because it was a Sbarro. I could hear Julia chewing, swallowing. Had she always been such a disgusting eater? Maybe in the past, whenever she was eating I was eating too, so I didn’t notice. But the sound of her eating now was unbearable.
