Mrs. Miller came in from the kitchen a few seconds later. “What an unpleasant person. How you tolerated her as long as you did I’ll never know.” She handed him a plate carrying a thick sandwich on dark brown bread and, when he looked suspiciously at it, exclaimed, “It’s just tomato, peppers, and avocado — nothing to upset you. You haven’t eaten a thing all day.”
He looked confused. “Haven’t I? I had an apple for breakfast, didn’t I?”
“That was yesterday, Jake.” she said. “One apple, yesterday. You’re not doing anyone any good by starving yourself to death.” She pushed the plate at him. “Eat.”