10.17

She used to talk about how good a glass of liquor looked, and I couldn't understand, but honestly, I think I did. I must have been lying to myself because I look with envy on the rapture on the faces of carnivores sometimes. I desperately want to know what ribs taste like, or saucy wings, or caviar, foie gras, and kobe beef. Why do I deny myself when she relented? Why do I feel like that makes me a worse person, somehow?