‘ Yes, of course you are,’ she told him. Then she said she had something cooking and hung up.
Macon didn't eat real meals anymore. When he was hungry he drank a glass of milk, or ate some ice cream from the fridge. Then he began to notice that his shirt collars felt looser round his neck and the lines on his face seemed deeper. So every morning he cooked two eggs and made fresh, hot coffee, Oh, he was managing fine, just fine. All things considered.