Days later....

She sits at her desk and craves....something. She smells the ghost of a taste and wonders what delightful memory hides just outside of her consciousness. She stares sublimely at the steel and stone buildings outside her window, framed by sunshine and blue sky, and tries to recall the taste-Indian? Persian? But no, it's Ethiopian food she craves as her stomach starts to remind her of her simple human need for sustenance every few hours.....mmmmm.....Ethiopian.