Zella’s tiny voice proudly proclaimed as she shoved the empty plate forward and leaned back in her chair. One continuous motion. A quick glance at her plate did, in fact, confirm her declaration. The plate was empty. Void of the usual remnants one might find when Zella typically declares herself “done” following a meal. No crusts unceremoniously ripped from the edges of her bread, no mounds of vegetables with imperceptible divots from tiny nibbles. It was all quite noticeably gone. The meat — gone. Salad — gone. Veggies — gone. She had even finished her cup of milk.
“Wow! That’s impressive, Zella.”
She then excused herself from the table, picked up her dishes and slowly made her way around the counter to put them in the sink. As she passed Maura at the end of the table she declared/moaned, “Ugh. I’m full.”
And without missing a beat Maura replied, “Yeah, Zella. That’s what it feels like to have a meal!”