But I’d barely gotten any sleep, last night. And hadn’t eaten a bite since yesterday afternoon. I stopped for a waffle on the way home, at the diner that I’ve regularly used since hers closed down. The staff all knew me, and were friendly enough. They noticed how drawn I looked and inquired after my health. I just said something vague in reply. And the food they served was usually good. But my breakfast, this morning, tasted like a wad of cardboard and went down about as well. My senses were pretty numb, I had to admit. Enjoying anything was difficult. A couple of regulars went by the table, and I nodded ‘hi’ to them, A TV was murmuring over in the corner, and the patrons and the waitresses all started watching it. RLKB’s Marlon Fisk was, once again, facing the camera. “And the question on everybody’s lips, this morning? Who, or what, is ‘Saruak’?” Good question, Marlon, I thought.
