I thought I was being wily. But my ordinarily irresistible charms didn’t make mother reach for that fresh can of food. Instead, she tried to serve me from that stuff in the refrigerator! That stuff has was cryogenically preserved last week. I could have drawn her a map to the fresh food in the cabinet!
I’ll shove the plate past the door where father won’t see it.
“Good morning, sweetheart! Did they forget to feed you? Just wait, I’ll get a fresh can.”
It’s pathetic. It’s almost too easy.