My toes push into the gold, maroon and navy oriental rug covering the grey tiles of her gasionera studio apartment.
“I’m full. I don’t have room.”
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“You have to eat the pork, you have to eat it.”
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“I ate it, you mean eat this?!?”
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“It’s slanina, fat, eat it.”
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“I don’t want to eat slaninka.”
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“EAT IT!
You have to eat it.
EAT! Winter is coming.
EAT it!”
She taps her knuckle against the golden wallpaper covering the reinforced concrete panel.
“Oh moyata mumiche, my girl.”
-tap – tap-
“You don’t understand.”
-tap – tap-
“There is no such insulation on these panels.”
-tap – tap-
“You have to insulate yourself!”
“EAT!”
“Besides…
She shifts her weight upon the white crocheted doily covering burt-orange chair.
..men don’t like women without asses.”