“Ew,” Emily laughed. “That would make you hungry all the
time.”
“That would be awesome. I could start carrying food in the
shop. Cookies in packages or goodies like that. People would
smell my chicken perfume and get hungry and buy it all.”
“Good lord, that’s absurd.”
Emily watched as Dani opened the lid, reached in, and
pulled until she’d wrestled a drumstick clean off. She passed it
over to Emily, her hands shiny with grease. Emily really hoped
they had something to clean up with after. A roll of paper
towel or a package of wipes would be handy, but Dani hadn’t
bought any of those.
Dani didn’t hesitate. She ripped the second drumstick off
and attacked it hungrily. She dug in, finishing long before
Emily even took a bite of hers. She went for the wings next,
polishing them off in short order. It would be silly to keep
holding onto the drumstick and not eat it. Emily put it to her
mouth and sunk her teeth in. Heaven. Just pure chicken
heaven.
Dani peeled some of the skin off of the breast and put it in
her mouth. She ripped one breast off after and gnawed at it.
Her ability to down food like it was going out of style was
impressive. Or was it? Emily had once read a book about a girl
who grew up with nothing and she tackled food like that. Ate
it up fast because she was worried it would disappear. Because
she could remember so many days when she’d gone hungry.
Emily hadn’t understood. She couldn’t even fathom something
like that. She really hoped Dani was just extra hungry and that
she hadn’t ever gone without food when she was younger.
After Emily had eaten the drumstick down to the bone, she