Sunday, May 14, 2006

The Cannibal

The heavy man hovered near the fridge in the palliative care unit's lounge, cramming bread into his mouth with an air of urgency.

"Can I help you?" I asked, thinking of giving him something more substantial.

"It's OK," he said. "My father just died."

And then I saw that he was eating the dead man's sandwiches.

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