[It's a testament to the tea's effects that Zane was able to glean such an accurate understanding, and Charles would be mortified if he knew. He spent thirty-four years skirting around the truth with an easy smile, mentioning only that his father wasn't the best, that his mum had been quiet, until even his closest friend knew only a muddled, muted version of the story, one that he could easily brush off. Until just last week, no one but Charles and his parents had known what really went on in that house. Sure, the neighbors had heard it through the walls, and the school nurse had seen the belt buckle scars on his back, but they always accepted the excuses they were fed. If they'd truly known, why hadn't they done anything?
Zane's question is a welcome change of direction, though Charles has to truly think about it, for a moment.]
I don't know. [An honest answer. He isn't used to deducing his body's need for food.] I might be. Haven't felt that in awhile.
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Zane's question is a welcome change of direction, though Charles has to truly think about it, for a moment.]
I don't know. [An honest answer. He isn't used to deducing his body's need for food.] I might be. Haven't felt that in awhile.