"It smells so good!" Glenn smelled the aroma, climbed out of bed, and drooled as he leaned against the window. "Dad, what are you eating?"
The scar-faced man heard him, glanced back, and handed him a skewer of pork belly.
"Thanks, Dad!" Glenn took the skewer and sniffed it hard. "It smells so, so good!" he said, swallowing his saliva.
He turned to look at Willow. "Sister, we're having barbecue!"
Willow rolled over, her back to him, and replied in a muffled voice, "I don't want any. I'm going to sleep. You eat it."
"It smells really good, though. Are you sure you don't want any, Sister?" Glenn asked in surprise.
The scar-faced man must have heard them, as he shouted, "Just eat it yourself. Don't mind her."
"But I want to share with my sister..." Glenn's voice trailed off.
"Hurry up and eat. Go to sleep when you're done," the scar-faced man urged.
"Okay," Glenn answered quietly.
Willow closed her eyes, her mind filled with the words her mother had said before she disappeared.
