The breath had almost totally left her body. She was as white as snow. And then, she completely pulled back from death, and stood up and put on her clothes, and began to cook for everyone in the house. The mourners, and me, and herself. She ate a meal that could choke a pig.
— What's that smell?
— I'm making you a steak.
— I don't want it.
— You'll eat it.
— I like it well done.
— You'll eat this one bloody to feed your blood.