Delle was bringing food, three varieties, on a big plate.

Rye intercepted and took the plate from her. She brought it to Benjamin and sat by him under the tree.

The grass was cool, even though the breeze was warm.

“You think I haven’t noticed that you weren’t eating anything since you made that 40-day promise?” Rye said. “You were just acting like you’re eating.”

She broke the bread mixed with fruit and brought it closer to his mouth.

He didn’t open his mouth.

“Do you want me to stop eating jus