Ani Huger ✓

She ate standing up, right out of the dish, with a serving spoon. The first bite was just fuel. The second was warm. The third, she tasted the paprika. By the fifth, she could feel the shape of the spoon in her hand, the weight of the dish, the heat rising to her cheeks.

And maybe, just maybe, she was getting hungry again. Ani Huger

On her way back, she saw Mrs. Gable struggling with a bag of birdseed. “Let me,” Ani said. And she carried it up the three flights of stairs to Mrs. Gable’s door. She ate standing up, right out of the