Food was Elouise’s greatest joy and she hated to have it ruined by conversation. She never understood why meals had become such a social thing.
Tonight, she meticulously arranged a charcuterie board. A meal was a love affair and she considered this foreplay. She positioned the board alongside the shucked oysters. She plucked an oyster from the ice. As it slid over her tongue, she could imagine the oyster getting as much pleasure out of being consumed as she got from consuming it. She let the wine flood her mouth and round out the flavor. She picked up the grapes from the charcuterie board and let the juice explode from its crisp flesh.
What use would another person be in such a perfect union?