The waitress brings out a plate of eggs n' toast for Yames while he waits. It wasn't time for breakfast, but something abou the food seemed comforting. He looked down at the two yellow eggs, like eyes they were staring right at him. He saw his reflection in them and for the first time realized much he had changed in the last week. He could not tell if it was simply the distortion of his reflection in the eggs or something real, but he looked different. He looked like the person that you see on the street and avoid.
He takes the knife from the table and stabs at the yolk instantly deflating the reflection. His stomach was in knots, but he thought that some food might help. The eggs were too much to handle though. He grabbed for the toast and crunched into it. The dinner had begun to fill, but Yames felt alone.
"What had he just done? Asking that woman to help me. She must be sure that I am crazy. Am I crazy? She is prolly phoning the police right now. Should I run, stay and eat, wait for her?"
Yames looked around for the waitress. She was standing by the spinning display of cake. She looks over and their eyes meet. She walks over toward him. Yames is surprised. When she reaches him she tells him that they can leave now. Yames looks at her without saying anything, and they begin to walk toward the door.
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