The New Dead: A Zombie Anthology - Plot & Excerpts
She lived across town. She didn’t get out much. My friend’s mother usually cooked for herself, but he was worried about her, so all three of us were going out to a restaurant together. She sat on the couch. She was one of those people who did not lean back on couch cushions but sat up perched on the very edge. In another life, she was surely a small bird. She watched out the window at an old man walking down the sidewalk using a silver walker. Then she turned to us, bright-eyed, in her scarf with what looked like hard-boiled eggs on it. So, she said. What do we want for dinner? My friend thought about it, tapping his fingers on the table. But I couldn’t help cringing, over by the bookshelves. A kind of thick, sludgy rage gargled through me. My friend was listing restaurants. After ten, he trailed off. I don’t know, I said slowly, when they turned their heads to me. Where do you want to go? We might like Italian, she said cheerfully. But do you? I said. Do you want Italian? She looked at me, quizzical. Or are you, perhaps, a queen?
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