Eat it All, Every Bite
Once he smacked his lips and slurped from the bowl, why would you keep eating?
Once he started sucking on the brittle bones, it was obvious. His mouth formed sloppy o’s and wet kisses as he brought each dripping bite from the plate. His fingers picked and poked, grease and chicken bits sliding beneath long unmanicured nails. He stuck each finger in his mouth, tasting each dirty nail, pulling morsels of chicken away with tarnished teeth.
Once the man used his tongue to lick away the juice from a lamb shank, what was the point in eating? He sucked harder- coughing, gagging on a kernel of corn, a hunk of potato, eyes bulging, air littered with visible chunks, invisible saliva spray.
Your back might be turned to him, but it’s possible to see every slurp, suck, and smack. It’s possible to feel the spray of saliva, the minute fragments of tender chicken and lamb as it comes flying from a choking hack onto your neck.
Takeaway would have been the better choice.