23/4, lunchtime

Ossi's mum brought him a hamburger. I was given some sour old hospital broccoli gratin and I couldn't get one little bit down. My stomach is aching. And my heart. Ossi asked if I wanted half his hamburger. I could have said yes just to get to eat something he had eaten from. Like a kiss. But at a distance. But I said no, thank you. Like I said, my stomach is aching.