he made a decision.
Not the careful, logical kind of decision where you weigh the pros and cons and consider the consequences.
The other kind.
The kind that comes from somewhere below thought.
“You eaten today?” he asked.
Marcus hesitated, then shook his head.
Walter nodded once.
“Come on, then.
” He took them to the teachers’ lounge on the second floor, where the staff kept a communal refrigerator and a microwave that nobody had ever cleaned.
He found leftover pasta in a Tupperware container with a sticky note that said, “
