He wound the scarf around his fingers until her hand was hanging in the space between them. Then he slid the silk and his fingers into her open palm. And Eleanor disintegrated.
Rainbow RowellWhy are they doing that?โ his mother said, frowning at her grandsons. The boys were sorting the casserole into piles on their plates. โDoing what?โ Eve asked. โWhy arenโt they eating their food?โ โThey donโt like it when things touch,โ Eve said. โWhat things?โ his mother asked. โTheir food. They donโt like it when different foods touch or mix together.โ โHow do you serve dinner, in ice cube trays?
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