|Scully started toward the carnival office.
Someone had started grilling something, somewhere nearby -
souvlaki or bacon or Polish sausage or some other species of
mystery meat. Her stomach responded to the smell with a weird,
growling lurch. Was she hungry, she wondered, or was she finally
succumbing to salmonella poisoning?
In four weeks, when her posting was over, she was going
to OD on tofu and brown rice.