mine?” he asked.
I took a sip of water before answering. “You said I should buy my own food.”
He stared at me. “Are you serious?”
“Yes,” I said.
He scoffed and ordered takeout an hour later. He made enough noise while doing it to suggest he wanted me to feel guilty, but I didn’t offer sympathy. When the delivery came, he carried his greasy paper bag to continue reading …