Page 88

They splashed their face with cold water until it wasn’t puffy anymore. Walt let Hollis have his own arms back so Hollis could make a snack for them for the first time in over a month, and Hollis almost wept again at how good fresh food was.

Walt never made salads or roasted vegetables, everything was just boiled and fried and creamed. They were going through lard faster than they had in years.

You could make this a career, Walt said as they washed the dishes. You’d have to travel out to the city, but you could open up a place.

No one would want to buy my stupid food.

Walt stacked a plate on the rack.

I would.