Page 39 of The Liar in Room 5

But don’t ask about lunch.

Or water.

It’s progress, not perfection, but lunch and water are both important.

…

It’s hard to force myself, and I haven’t figured out how to do it.

I have thoughts but maybe best not to offer them via text message. It feels like something to talk about in person.

If you don’t have plans already, pick you up at noon on Saturday?

I’d like that.

Good. Me too.

Do you remember telling me you don’t know what you like anymore?

Yeah, why?

Because I’m a man with a plan.

But in the meantime, please make sure you at least get lunch today. Even a salad counts.

Okay, I’ll try.

By the way, I got my results back, and I’ll bring them with me.

I don’t need to see them. You can just tell me.

Clean bill of health.

Same.

Work going okay?

No, but only because it’s taking forever to iron out details. I don’t like that I haven’t been able to see you.

…

I don’t like it either.

TTYL

“I originally thought we’d go out for lunch, but I think this is a better plan. Fingers crossed that you agree,” Henry said as he ushered me inside his house.

He directed me toward the kitchen and sat me at the table before hurrying over to the counter, where there were at least ten different takeout bags.

“Is this why you sent the Uber for me?”

“Yeah, I needed to be here for the delivery.” He said it like that made perfect sense.

“Are you expecting more people?” I asked.

He kept pulling containers out of the bags, and there had to be enough food to feed twenty people. I mean, I skipped lunch sometimes, but this seemed a little excessive.

Okay.