It's crunchy and spicy and delightful. I've already eaten more in the last 20 minutes than I've eaten any day this week... but well... it's soooo good. Really. Tim is in denial. He ... okay.. he isn't denying the death. He's denying that this is going to be hard for him. He's playing stoic for his mom and it's starting to lap over into his quiet alone time. He thinks that he really is the strong front he's showing for his mom (who's apparently gone to pieces) and I happen to know otherwise becuase, well, I played ears for the drunkard that night with the mud clods and sobbing.
I know how he's feeling. ANd I know if he doesn't give up the stoic routine, he'll convince himself of it, keep it up for a good long while and then six months down the road collapse/explode/impolode.. I dunno... one of those.
But it'll be messy, man.