June 20, 2010
His thoughts were adrift in his bowl of soup, becoming one with the steaming broth, pork and seaweed. The pencil he used to order sushi with brushed against his right pinky finger, so he examined it like one would examine a piece of fruit at the store. "More saki?" Rachael asked belligerently. "Look, if I knew this place was going to turn into a soup kitchen I wouldn't have come," he said. "All I wanted to do was share a nice meal with you." Rachael slammed her fists down onto the table. "They need help, don't you care about humanity?"