Klesko was holding his food in both hands. He took a bite, looked at it, took a bite. That's how he ate.

"Consider being as inhuman in your writing as you are in your trading."

Klesko was a nasty man. I wasn't sure what he meant by that but wasn't in the mood to engage so I just asked.

"What's that you're eating?"

"An ankle."

I pretended not to hear, finished my grilled cheese, rinsed the plate and walked behind him back into my room. I lowered myself onto the mattress, trying not to let the box springs squeak. I lay there a minute then thought fuckit, I had meant to fill a glass with water and keep on the night table.

I could still hear Klesko chewing.

Fuckit, I thought, and just lay there.

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