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Show 98 him five minutes to get down to the sandwich itself and when he did, when he had finally finished, he just let it sit there on that last cellophane square, like that was it, the whole thing, unwrapping it. Well Donny's not the sort of guy to let a sandwich go to waste so I'm sitting there, staring at the damn thing and getting nervous, I don't know why, because he won't pick it up. I figured it was tuna fish because he always had tuna fish, but of course I couldn't be sure, so I'm studying the edge of the bread just as he finally reaches out his hand and that's when I noticed it. A black thing hanging out the back of the sandwich, like a shoelace or something. But I didn't say anything, just watched as he took a long slow bite and chewed for a while. My shoulders were aching and I was thinking about maybe taking a couple more aspirin now that I'd eaten, when I notice Donny carefully opening up the sandwich and looking inside and so am I, I can't help it, and there it is, I see it. A mouse. There's a goddamn mouse in that sandwich. Squashed down on the bread with its four legs pointing in four different directions and its teeth showing. But Donny didn't say a word about it, not a word, just shut the sandwich back up and sat it down slowly on the table, on that last square of Saran-wrap. It made me wonder if he had even seen it, and he didn't let me know one way or the other, just sat there like a dead man, with his eyes fixed on that sign that hangs next to the door. |
