Chapter 198

• I stir my spoon, staring at a fixed point. Distractedly watching the landscape behind that huge window. I can't stop thinking about what just happened on the third floor with a stranger. My mind is racing, the smell of fruit salad enters my nose. My heart beats slowly, relaxed, but with many concerns. My chin rests on my hand in a slight break.
• I am having breakfast alone.
• I look at my bowl. There are, I believe, seventeen slices of apple, twenty"five small bananas, and a few grapes floating in orange juice in my bowl."