Brown Bag Lunch

I thought perhaps I was safe this time. The room was dark. The fan of the projector masked the sound of my reaching into the bag. The presentation had been going on for quite some time.

So I thought I was safe.

With my sandwich finished. With the left over enchilada from Maudi's gone. With the cheese stick eaten. With nothing left of the banana but the peal. I reached into my bag and grabbed my orange.

But when I peeled it, he could tell. And just as I was about to begin eating, he reached across the table smiling and held out his hand.

I gave him a section. What else could I do? But I ate the rest before any others would notice.

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