{93} Chicken
Late June 2073
“Vashti,” Aunt Grace tentatively called through the closed door. She knocked a couple times as well. “Honey, dinner’s ready.”
No reply came from the other side.
“Vashti, you can’t just stay holed up in your room all day. It’s not healthy. And it’s not like you.”
Silence was the only reply.
“Come on, Vashti, you need to eat with us. We – your mother – made your favorite. Chicken! She made it exactly like your father always did.”
“I hate that chicken.”
“No, you don’t. I know you-”
“I said I hate it! I don’t ever want to eat that chicken again!”