Route 7 Review - Page 159

Biting Pencils Kirby Wright Dadio’s biting pencils during breakfast. He loves the way they crunch when he clamps down on their orange paint and leaves imprints of teeth in the wood. He doesn’t touch the erasers yet enjoys smelling them. Why he bites I’ll never know, although maybe he’s trying to leave his mark on the world. The taste of pencil serves as a starter for his main course of a boiled egg and Sanka, served by a muumuu matron pretending to be my mother. “Bring pepper,” Dadio scolds, swinging a spoon to crack his shell.