“Their politeness annoyed Thomas. He remembered stories of killers being put to death in the old days. They always got a last meal, too. As fancy as they wanted it. “I want steak,” he said, stopping to look at her. “And shrimp. And lobster. And pancakes. And a candy bar.” “I’m sorry – you’ll have to settle for a couple of sandwiches.” Thomas sighed. “Figures.”
