Finished Folds (1—3)
2Now she nodded to herself, even though he wasn't there. He was gone now. It might have been the genetics, but he hadn't tasted nearly as good as this one. She got her knife and
0"I wish," I said, smiling wistfully. "Actually, it's just leftover nuggets I microwaved." Secretly, I wished she were here, so that the kitchen would live up to its aroma. She was
0her soul falling out with the jelly. She gasped and, amid bewildered stares, began gathering up the shards and bits of jelly, checking for the jewel. No sparkle of purple appeared.