"You want more, you know I'll fix it," her voice quieter again as she twists the rag so hard her hands would burn if they were less worn.

She hasn't eaten much since getting up, but she doesn't have much appetite, either, some times.

Funny thing.

But her kitchen's pretty clean, and that's something, and the rag's twisted a final time before she says, "You bring your friend up, and I'll feed him too. One more mouth's no trouble."