The day rolls by in an oddly familiar way. Arrick reappears after lunch when he hears the buzzer from the food place I ordered, and I guess the smell of it, considering he eats like a horse and is always hungry. I’ve been sensible for once and picked an organic food deli that does salad and wholesome food spreads, knowing he’s still supposed to be on a strict eating regime, and lately, he’s been eating badly, mostly because of me. I can’t cook, so my attempts at making him anything ...