PART 3   I stared at the hospital bracelet in the lunchbox until the letters of my own name blurred.

you’re someone who needs lunch. That’s all.”

She cried into her napkin.

Walter saw it from across the room.

Later, he said, “Grace would have liked that.”

I looked at him.

“Liked what?”

“You didn’t make her explain her hunger.”

That sentence became another rule in the notebook.

Don’t make people explain their hunger.

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