Hungry is not a word that fits neatly into mourning. Hunger wants things in the present tense: heat, salt, sugar. The mourning had been a long comma; hunger was a verb, immediate and unembarrassed. She ate pie with a quiet ferocity, as if reclaiming the right to taste the world without asking permission. The act of eating felt like the most human of retorts: here is the body. Feed it.
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“Call me Owen.” He smiled without teeth. “I don’t buy houses. I buy the stories people forget to price.” Hungry is not a word that fits neatly into mourning